Today was my day to help out in Madison’s class. It was fun in a strange way. I am not nor have I ever claimed to be a lover of all children. I do enjoy seeing my baby with her peers, she is such a big girl, confident, strong and proud. She seems to enjoy my being in the class and there is nothing more important to me than being there for my girls.
When I got home I decided to take a walk, clear my head a bit. Although I am trying not to think too much about the pending biopsy, it is lingering in the back of my head. The weather here is unseasonably warm. It was nice to be out. The breeze was a bit chilly but with iPod going it really did feel great to walk. At one point I felt like Forrest Gump, once I started going I did not want to stop.
The girls were able to go outside to play for a little while after school which was also very nice. I cooked out on the grill which is just crazy in the North East in January. The day all in all was not too bad, calm and nice. Then came dinner when my 6-year-old informed me that I did not have a “real” job.
Interesting even at that age the societal message has gotten through.