A Little Crying, No Big

Your mom took you to school this morning.  She didn't want me to go.  She thought it might be too much.  For who?  You?  Her?

Really, I think she just wanted to have this moment for herself.  That's ok.  There will be lots of moments.  Some I'll miss.  Some your mom will miss.  Some you might even miss.  What's important is the love.

I love you.  I love your mom.  I'm good.  We're good.  It's all good.

Your mom came home after dropping you off.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Fine.  I mean she cried when I told her I was leaving."

"Did you just sat goodbye, or did you drag it out and then pinch her?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"There was a purple pen that she started drawing with.  She loves a purple pen.  And they have a really nice kitchen set.  So she did some cooking.  Do you think we're sending her off toschool too early?"

"No, I think it's fine.  I think it's good.  Let's see what happens, ok?"

"Ok."