The most miserable day of my life happened this week - on Tuesday, to be exact. Monday I was weepy all day. Monday night I couldn't sleep; I kept crying. I actually got out of bed to have some warm milk (like they do in the movies). What, you may ask, was making me so miserable? It may seem simple to you, but it was the first teeny tiny step towards independence from my son Henry. The very same step that I wanted him to make, that catapulted my thoughts and emotions towards the day when he is an independent man who no longer needs his mommy.
Henry started first grade.
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