Today, I am trying to let go of my son’s old books. I pick up each brightly colored, tattered, storybook and feel his little head on my shoulder. I hear his squeaky voice asking me questions about the drawings and words, as I flip through the pages.
Last month, my boy lost two teeth and started Kindergarten and now I am removing his old picture books.
I put a few back that I cannot part with.
Today hurts. I may have to get to a yoga class and cry on my mat.