Love Anyway: An Ode to First Days

I was not the mom sobbing into my latte. Nor was I the mom skipping and cheering down the hall because it was my first moment of freedom in 5 years.  No, I was the mom frantically stashing school supplies into the cubby, because I did not know to bring them on meet-the-teacher night. I was the mom noticing that I was suddenly the last parent in the room, as the teacher started her welcome routine.  And mostly, I was the mom proud to know that I could leave my kid with strangers for a few hours, a … [Read more...]


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