I was just thinking in the car today about speaking to the boys' teachers. My little guy is working on his first diorama, and he is really excited, and doing a great job. I told him I want to see all the dioramas from his class, he should tell the teacher to display them for the parents. I thought of calling the teacher myself to ask her if she would make a specific time for parents to come view the class's work. And I remembered the last time I came in to her classroom, I was so weepy, trying to explain that kids were going through a big change, my husband and I had just separated, etc. The teachers looked at me so confused, "Why is she bawling, is something happening at this moment?" I thought I was going to be like that forever, or at least for the whole school year.
Amazing how things change.
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| Detective Nate the Great |
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