Cecilia returned to school yesterday; I walked her to her class like I do everyday. I cleaned out her cubby of all the papers that got put in there while she was gone. I found an interesting drawing.
It was attached to the following poem:
Please say today is Friday.
Please say I can go see my Dad.
Please say it is Saturday.
Please say it is a snow day.
Please say Dobby is coming.
Please say we are going to Mexico.
Please say it is Valentines.
Please say my mom feels better.
Please say it is time for math.
|The accompanying drawing. All of us together.|
But this- 3 years later. Her wish is her family. My wish is our family. These things still stop me in my tracks and knock me on my ass. It usually comes when I think she's very well adjusted and doing marvelous, I find these kinds of things. This is my main motivation for moving. Because my children are in pain in a way that they don't have to be.