Sigh.
I don’t like it when one of my boys is hurting. Z (on of the Boy’s bff) is heartbroken today, and all I can do is hug him.
Girls are mean.
Sigh.
(and yes, I’m fully aware this entry will be repeated a thousand times, from both sides of the equation as the kids grow up. It won’t ever get any easier though.)
Saw him at work today. I was worried now I know more than I did.
I gave him a hug and told him to call me and come hang out soon.
take good care of him momm Lessa,
Me