Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The last few weeks, we've been taking a writing class on Wednesdays, so one of your teachers has been taking care of you. When we return, I love to hear the tales of your evening. A. tells us of the conversations you have and your discussions of the work you do at preschool. I realize she hears things we never will; you have a special relationship. I like to know that you are developing a life outside of us -- that you can trust others who are trustworthy, but I do feel a special kind of ache about this -- a sign that you are slowing moving 'away.'