Even now as I type this tears are making their way to my lap. A hot mess through my makeup.
My 15 oz. 22 weeker is in kindergarten.
Three days down and so many more to go. It feels unnatural to not know what he's doing for six hours. You all know, right? It's so hard to let go.
We sit at the table together after school. Sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows floating in ninety degree Nevada.
He said that today he didn't play on the jungle gym because he has cerebral palsy and he couldn't do it. So he pretended he was a spy under the jungle gym. And it was really fun.
He also told me there is a boy in his class that doesn't know how to talk very well, and it was a little bit sad. And then he said that he was going to be kind to him and be his friend.
Under the jungle gym is a pretty great place to be.