I've figured out that part of the reason I don't post regularly is because I'm too darn emotional. There are things that I want to post about but I know I'll get teary or sad writing it and I am selfish. I don't want to be sad. This story is an example. I took the pictures way back in April of last year, thinking I should/could post it then, didn't happen. But that's not even when this all took place...I hate to admit it's from DD's Kindergarten year. She's a second grader. Enough said.
It's just a fact that Drue had a difficult time transitioning to school. If you know me at all...you know that. Kindergarten proved to be the worst. Drue cried most mornings before school. She had a wonderful teacher and many friends, it's just that she was missin' her momma. Her momma missed her, too.
One day after school, I found a little hand full of playground rocks at the bottom of her backpack. I was about to throw them away but decided to ask why she had them.
"Cuz when I'm feeling sad and missing you, I sit under the playground equipment all by myself and find pretty rocks for you."
The rocks are...and forever will be, safe in a little Mason jar sitting in the kitchen window. I tear up thinking about those days.
Along with aluminum foil swans the kids made with Pa
Dig's even made me a special love note to keep in my special jar.
It's a little better now, two years later...but those little pretty rocks will always be special to me.