Monday, I had the joy of taking my 5-year old to school. Because of our work schedules, we generally take him to a classmate's house in the morning, and his mom takes DT with her own 3 children. It has worked out nicely, but since Ben and I didn't have shcool Monday, I surprised DT and took him to school myself. And I'm so glad I did.
Including a book-dropoff at the library, it was only a 3 minute trip to school, but it was just enough time for a heart-to-heart conversation. My little boy poured out his soul and told me that he gets picked on...describing specific instances. Mainly a kid who kicks his bag, flicks him, and jumps on him. My heart broke. DT is such a kind, mild-mannered, unprovoking kid. I was sad.
We pulled into the school parking lot. Before he got out of the car, he looked at me lovingly and said, "Mom, you're the best girl ever."
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Val, I'm so sad too. Can't believe anyone would pick on him.
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