Brooke: I cried a little bit in the morning. (my heart is breaking)
Me: Did the teacher notice?
Brooke: No.
Me: Did any of the kids in your class notice?
Brooke: No. (now I'm wondering if she was actually crying or just felt sad)
Me: We're there tears going down your face?
Brooke: I don't know.
Me: You know what you can do when you feel sad inside?
Brooke: Tell the teacher?
Me: No, you could say a little prayer and ask that you will feel happy inside.
Brooke: I just kept saying in my head, "I'll get to see Mom at the end of the day. I'll get to see Mom at the end of the day. I'll get to see Mom at the end of the day."
As I type I have tears in my eyes. If you know Brooke this side of her just doesn't go with any other portion of her personality. She's a firecracker on the outside, but I'm realizing a real softie on the inside.
So, the past two days I've rewarded her with one of her all time favorite things to do - THE TIRE SWING on the 2nd and 3rd grade playground. She doesn't hold on. She simply positions herself with her rear slightly down and her arms and legs out like she's flying. You can't push her fast enough. Erin likes the tire swing as well, but prefers a milder ride.
We stayed after school today for quite awhile and apparently we stayed just one or two minutes too long because as we were leaving the playground Erin was stung on the face by a bee. She was screaming and then Brooke started to cry because she thought she was going to get stung as well. Once we got to the car Brooke said, "Mom, I wish Jesus never would have made bees."
Bee Sting! on the left side just lower than her nostril
