He told me he’d been awake since “before the sun”. He beamed as he was served french toast on the bright red “You Are Special Today” plate. He received a crisp new chapter book during breakfast – a much-loved tradition for the first day of school in my family. He couldn’t have been more proud posing for a picture before walking down the street to school.
His back pack, bursting with supplies, got too heavy for him to carry the whole way. The crossing guard helped us across the street. He held my hand. Once there, he was a little nervous, but he gave me a hug and a wave.
“What do you want to learn in school this year, Tea?”
“About fire trucks and doctors.”