Grace loves Ã¢â‚¬Å“school.Ã¢â‚¬Ã‚ On days that she doesnÃ¢â‚¬™t go to school, she picks up her shoes, hands them to me, and says vroom, vroom.Ã‚
IÃ¢â‚¬™m a little jealous, but I’m dealing with it.
This morning, I dropped Grace at school just like I do every morning. When I first put her down, she reached up and hugged me. I hugged her back and kissed her all over her face.
And then she walked away.
She found toys and friends and started playing. I put her lunch and jacket away, signed her in, and turned to leave.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Gracie, come over and give Momma a smooch,” I said.
She shook her head no. Vigorously.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“No smooch for Momma?Ã¢â‚¬ I asked, eyebrows raised.
She shook her head again. She was probably thinking, Momma, you’re a little slow today. I already told you no.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Bye, bye, Baby. Have a good day,Ã¢â‚¬ I called as I moved toward the door.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Buh, buh,Ã¢â‚¬ she said as she waved.
One of us was close to tears. It wasnÃ¢â‚¬™t Grace.
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