Ever since Laurel started kindergarten I thought I had the sweet end of the deal. I do pick up and Jon does drop off, the latter of which — for the first 6 weeks — ranged from sobbing to worse sobbing and has since leveled off (though sometimes, especially on Mondays, tears and resistance periodically are . . . → Read More: Release Valves…And Cookie Comfort

Today is Laurel’s first real school field trip. Gone are the days of the preschool walk to the pond or fire station. We’ve entered the big leagues. Big yellow school bus. Highway driving.

And parent chaperones.

I’m feeling conflicted this morning. As a kid, I desperately wanted my parents to be involved; I so craved their time and . . . → Read More: History Repeats Itself