
I didn't cry on the first day of Kindergarten for either of my boys. When they went to a new school, in first grade, I held in my anxiety and plastered a big, proud smile on my face. I was strong. I was secure. Today, as I dropped off the kids at school, I was glad to be chauffeuring them, me in the front, them in the back of the car. They didn't see the tears welling in my eyes, falling down my cheeks. Before driving away after they got out, I paused to watch them walk together through … [Read more...]


















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