Grace loves “school.”Ã‚ On days that she doesn’t go to school, she picks up her shoes, hands them to me, and says vroom, vroom.Ã‚
I’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.
“Gracie, come over and give Momma a smooch,” I said.
She shook her head no. Vigorously.
“No smooch for Momma?” 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.
“Bye, bye, Baby. Have a good day,” I called as I moved toward the door.
“Buh, buh,” she said as she waved.
One of us was close to tears. It wasn’t Grace.
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