leaving

Nora is in kindergarten. Henry is in third grade. God....

They are so brave. Nora's worried. I can tell. She is afraid, and she has a right to be. We are, in essence, entrusting her to someone else for a bit each day. Thank God we are only doing this for half a day. But still. Half day kindergarten is still somewhere else, with someone else. I really want them to stay. I am going to have a rough time with this growing up thing. I know it. It seems like it is all picking up speed and I just want it to slow a bit, let me get used to things...

Nora's kindergarten teacher better be a freakin saint. I am a part of that system...on purpose. I teach in the district that they both go to school in, and that was not a coincidence. I am here, watching out for both of them. Way more than they know. And I will be here, both behind the scenes and in plain view, making sure they are ok. What else could I do, I am their father.