This morning I was tidying up around the house and decided to empty out Evans school bag. What I found brought me to tears like a blubbering fool. It was a bunch of little crafts and artwork they had done in class. My initial reaction was to be upset. I was so sad that I didn't know about all of these earlier. It seems like they should have been home with me a long time ago.
I am exchanging sad for proud. Because it is a lot more fun to feel proud. And with pride in my little boy comes photos.
I think he did a pretty nice job, I'm so proud of him. Now I just need to do some projects with him too!