Baby Monet

The King has started Kindy one day a week since I’ve been working for Mossy. A little piece of my heart gets left behind each time I leave him and it doesn’t get easier. I know he doesn’t understand why all of a sudden our precious one on one time together has been shortened and that I have to leave him alone. Alone. Alone alone alone. I hate it.

A little ray of light shone through last week when we picked him up. His teachers found yet another activity to captivate the love of my life that funnily enough I hadn’t tried with him yet. Paint. Lady Moss does not do paint.

Clearly I’ve been missing out on a talent in the making that could have filled my walls by now in a wash of beautiful Art created solely by my son.

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