What we notice makes up this life of ours doesn’t it. How wonderful this poem is. I’m noticing..
Summer math worksheets getting done at the last minute.
Dings and handprints on white walls from lots of life at home during the last two plus years at home.
The constant sound track of two boys who aren’t so little anymore but are.
Yearning for back to school and dreading it at the same time.
Relate to so much of this, Alex. Hope you're feeling decent today.
I am. Feeling hopeful and connected with others who are navigating similar things helps tremendously.
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What we notice makes up this life of ours doesn’t it. How wonderful this poem is. I’m noticing..
Summer math worksheets getting done at the last minute.
Dings and handprints on white walls from lots of life at home during the last two plus years at home.
The constant sound track of two boys who aren’t so little anymore but are.
Yearning for back to school and dreading it at the same time.
Relate to so much of this, Alex. Hope you're feeling decent today.
I am. Feeling hopeful and connected with others who are navigating similar things helps tremendously.