It's okay to just be sad

The head teacher at my kid’s home-based funky little preschool had to be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance on Saturday. She’s okay. They thought it was a heart attack and it wasn’t, but she had to stay for a bit and get fixed up. When I told Stella on Monday morning, preparing her for a day without her rock--the kind of woman who can press an inconsolable toddler into her ample bosom and magically solve all sadness--she said, “I think Rooney is going to miss his momma.”

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