I have always been a touch jealous of Felix’s room, both in this house and in our old apartment. He has good taste, loves to mix colors and patterns, and has a penchant for displaying his most treasured possessions on his nightstand — never far from reach.
And just like that, I knew I didn’t need to say another word. No explanation needed – with one sentence, he removed any and all doubt. I suppose that’s what friends are for.
After a much longer-than-needed silence he said, “I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be ok because it IS ok. It is ok right now.”
Today, it finally happened. All of the nerves, excitement, sadness, and general sense of being overwhelmed hit my 7-year-old son smack in the heart. It came out of no where. 5 minutes into on our daily walk to school, he looked up to me and my husband and said, “I feel like crying, but I don’t know why.” And then the tears came and would not stop.
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