Chronic Ama

My son is very smart. He's a little sponge. And he's also an open heart, ready to just spew love. So, today he went to the school office complaining of diarrhea, the one thing they have to take his word for. Can't really check to see if the mud butt is in swing or not, right? My mom brought him home so I could take care of him. I needed to mend his heart a little. He's been afraid of losing me. He sees the sadness in everyone's heart since Tata has passed and he is so very afraid of that kind of sadness. He sees my mom sad because she lost her father. He sees his mother sick a lot lately. He has correlated the two, even though they are very different things. I feel a little lost explaining death to my son. I don't want to see him so sad or so scared. I want him to be able to move forward and love life like I know he can. I know we are all healing right now and I just hope I can help heal him a little more. I want to calm his fears and set his mind at ease

We made it through another week, my friends. And this week ended quite fabulously. I spent a whole day at the kids' school helping out. First, I helped with picture retakes. Then, I made boxes for a candy competition to help with our Trunk-or-Treat event. Next was lunch with both my kids. I treated them to a special lunch and I also helped clean the cafeteria. I ended my day with distributing event fliers and candy collection boxes to each classroom. Let me tell ya, I was so impressed with how hard the staff and teachers work. I was excited to meet more of the teachers and staff. The amazing office ladies were busy from the start to the end of the day helping parents, sick kids and teachers alike. The principal started the day with a staff meeting and then spend the rest of the day going from classroom to classroom listening to and mediating between students that needed problem solving help. It is so refreshing to be part of a school that cares so much about the students and