Monday, as the bus drove away it hit me, my little boy, Matthew, is a kindergarten student.
A tear started to roll down my face as I helped my youngest son, John, into his carseat.
It didn’t help that John was crying too -- upset that he didn’t get to ride the bus and go to school with his older brother.
I kept telling John he would start preschool tomorrow, Tuesday, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.
I got into the car, backed out of the driveway; and started driving to John’s daycare. I cried on the drive, not hard, but enough that I was wondering whether or not I was going to...
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