Matthew started going to his new preschool about a week ago. He's loving it and has happily said goodbye to me every morning. This morning, as usual, I bent down to give him a hug before I left. He glanced around uncomfortably and, from a few feet away, gave me a little wave. "Bye Mom."
"Can I have my hug?" I said.
"Moooommmm," he muttered as I knelt with my arms spread foolishly.
"So . . . can I have a high five?" He reluctantly high fived me and hurried off to join his friends.
Tonight, he told me that I can hug him anytime. At home. Not at school. But, if I would like to give him a fist bump and say, "Blow it up!" when I drop him off at school, that would be acceptable.
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Hahaha! What a cutie! Err, toughie. Yes, tough guy ;)
Such a boy :)
By the way, I receive the Adoption Magazine all the way here in South Africa and was SO suprised to see you article. I just finished reading "Growing up Black and White" and between the book and your article I really got a lot to think about.
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