I poured my heart out. Shed a few tears. Shared my concerns.
And you listened. To a sappy mom. Worrying about sending her son to kindergarten. Which, in the big scheme of things, is such a minor concern. I get that. But it was my concern today.
But more than that you shared your experiences, sympathized with me, and offered words of encouragement.
You helped make a sad-mommy day a little brighter.
On a normal day, the 30 sweaty and smelly 11 year olds sitting in front of me are more than enough to keep my mind occupied. I typically don't have time to worry and wonder about what my own kids are doing.
But today, I wondered. I stopped. I looked at the clock. I desperately wanted to call someone just to find out how he was doing. Was he crying in a corner somewhere? Was he getting mad and stomping? Did he spill his lunch all over his shirt? Was he locked in a bathroom stall, unable to button his pants?
There were all questions I needed answered.
But then I read your comments during lunch. And on my way home. And I felt better. And I am so thankful for those comments. And for you.
And, as most of you assured me, Cole had a good day. Better than good, actually. When I picked him up after school today, he literally jumped up and down screaming, "IT WAS GREAT!" He grabbed Claire in a big hug as she ran on the sidewalk towards her big brother. He told me all about his day. "We got to watch Clifford! I got chocolate milk and sat in the cafeteria! WE HAD TWO RECESSES! I loved it!"
Behind my sunglasses, new tears were shed. Tears of joy. I knew, then, that this was going to be okay.