February 17, 2019

By: Susan Shay

Curled by his pillow, dark lashes frame golden flecks dancing in cerulean pools. Blazing with inquiry one moment, introspective the next. A younger soul than the other two, yet thoughtful and compassionate when the need to move – dance – shout – rage doesn’t overwhelm.

“YOU ARE Tender!”

A word gifted by a beloved teacher that so beautifully encompasses my boy, before he knows the meaning. A learning opportunity. Tasked to love; to recognize the strength of feelings, care, empathy. Today he feels abandoned – she left to take care of another boy, her own. Tenderheart feels it all.

Mama cries.

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