Dear 6-year old son,
Something is happening, between you and me. The winds are changing. I can feel it—this inevitable, this impending thing called growing up that you appear committed to. I see it in your face at night, when I check on you while you are asleep. You look so much older all of a sudden. And your long legs take up so much more of your bed now. You’ve taken to talking back here and there. I think I saw an eye-roll the other day in response to a lecture from me.
You’ve been a bit down-trodden lately. You are missing your daddy who has been out of town for work. Another kid picked on you the other day and it upset you. You sat in tears at the dinner table telling me how your feelings were hurt, and I didn’t know what to say. So last night, after you and your siblings went to bed, I decided I’d surprise you. After I brought your sister and brother to preschool today, I arrived at your school to have a special lunch next to you in the cafeteria. I know there are only a few years where moms are allowed (by their kids) to sit on those benches, amidst rows of lunch trays full of Continue Reading
