The Day I Lost My Son and Found Out about It Later

I have the most amazing Tuesday afternoon playgroup for my 3-year-old daughter. It is the perfect size of 4 families, the moms are simpatico with interests, conversations, and parenting styles, and the 4 girls are destined to be girlfriends for life. We’ve been meeting weekly for the past few months, and reached a turning point a few weeks ago where the side-by-side play transformed into running in giant circles, screaming at the top of their lungs. We moms commemorated it with a moment of silence—shrieking, piercing silence. Continue reading