Day 17: Missing Teeth

by marylee


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.