He said yesterday that his heart was feeling kind of glassy, and I think I know precisely what he means.
I want to be an octopus, to hold on to everything, his hand and his small boyhood. His fragile heart.
We're all a bit nervous, but mostly curious and eager.
We said a short sending prayer, to help him find friends and be a friend, to help him do good and be better, to help me let go.
He is ready for this. We are ready for this.
1 comment:
Jenni Baby,
I remember my first day. I came home crying. I told my parents, "I had been at school a-l-l d-a-y and still didn't know how to read or write".
True.
L2A
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