Day 130
This morning at the bus stop I
hand each of my boys a 2 X 2 inch fabric heart pillow.
“What’s this?” F. asks.
“If you get mad or stressed or
sad at school, I want you to put
your hand in your pocket and feel this heart and know that Daddy and I love
you.”
“I get to keep it?” A.
asks.
“Yep. It’s yours.”
“So I know you love me?”
I pull him into a hug and
squeeze. “You got it.”
I. quietly rubs the heart with
his finger but doesn’t comment.
“What do you think?” I look over
A.’s head and into I.’s eyes.
“That’s awesome!” And slips his into his pocket.
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