This piece is sending me back in time…to his Kindergarten when it began, then later as it grew worse. Kindergarten was particularly devastating for him, and by association, for me, because the teacher WAS the instigator.

I didn’t even know that was a thing.

Good for you for being the kind of mom he still speaks to in public. Or at all, really.

My boy and I still talk about everything and believe me, I know what a precious gift that is.

Those nosey-ass judgmental parents are just jealous.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.