the sweetest
Friday, January 9th, 2009It happened.
I had to quickly run into school this morning when I dropped off the boys. The doodle girl set off the car alarm while I was talking to the principal and trying to act like a grownup, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
My oldest stopped to say goodbye to me before we entered the building and then scurried ahead, disappearing through the double doors and down the hall without me.
Because he didn’t want his friends to see him kissing his mom.
I thought about being upset was devastated while I silently cheered on my boy, finding his way through the wilds of third grade.
Later, I consoled myself with this little piece of sweetness that came home in his folder earlier in the week. Family photos, the cover said. This was the last page:
more momful pride after the jump
