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Friday, March 27, 2015

The Green Pole

Every day I get to walk my little munchkin to school. We arrive at the front of the building where other parents are waiting in the car line to drop their kids off. All along this walkway, leading to the front door, are different color poles marking where parents can stop their car.  Usually we stop at the end of the walkway, at the orange poll which is the furthest from the front door.

However, Thursdays, which are visit days, are different.

On Thursdays we walk to the green pole, the closest to the front door. It isn't that I can't let her go, it's that she asks me. Perhaps this is the only way that she can tell me that she will miss me. Maybe this is the only way that she can let me know that she wishes she was going home with me instead of getting picked up by a transport worker.

Maybe I am kidding myself.


I sure do love my extra long hug and kiss on the cheek by the green pole though.

It is the only thing I look forward to on visit day.

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