I hate when the kids leave. I fight to keep the tears at bay. I strive to stay productive. However, a blanket of sadness usually wraps around me.
After returning from dropping my daughter off at the airport on Sunday, I immediately prepped my lunches for the week because I knew that my motivation would wane after hosting my TeachWrite writing group at 2:00 p.m.
I looked up at the lamp to switch it on and found another "poop" sticky note. Everywhere my eye could rest was a "poop" note. I opened the drawer and found another. I leaned back in my chair and found one on the edge of the desk. They were everywhere.
I texted my son ,"Thanks for the love notes."
He texted back, "Hope you enjoy finding them all."
Two days later, I found yet another.
Every. Single. Time. I smiled. Cam knows me well, and he knew just how to get me out from under that heavy blanket.