When your heart aches for your kid

And what to do when the lonelies come 💛

There’s this thing that happens when you drop your child off at a new school for the first time. I’ve done it a few times in my thirteen years as a mom…

My heartbeat starts to beat fast. My lungs feels like I’m breathing through a straw. And I’m transported back to the lunchroom of my childhood, tray in hand, searching for somebody—anybody—to sit with.

My body remembers what that felt like to me. And when I’ve watched my children walk into new-to-them hallways to find seats in their classrooms, my childhood and motherhood fuse together and say a silent prayer: Please, please have someone kind to sit with today. Please let those other kids see how wonderful you are.