Haley
Notes were something I learned I liked writing, just like my lists. I’d leave the girls little messages in their lunches. They started writing them back and leaving them on my bedside table to read at night. Slowly, over time, it became a tradition for us.
Then there was handling all the school things.
There was an app each of the girls’ teachers used to communicate with parents.
I always felt like I was falling behind.
I didn’t want to risk a run-in with Lacey again, so I dealt with the carpool line in the mornings, which made me want to scream.
Why did people have to get out with their kids to hug them?
It was the fast drop-off line where the kids were supposed to jump out of the car.
I attended an impromptu parent teacher conference for Mila that both humbled and terrified me.
Apparently, I needed to be more of a stickler for Mila practicing her letters.
We used her tablet to practice every night.
Seraph was a deep soul that her teachers didn’t seem to understand.
They didn’t like that she drew on everything.
Her desk, her arms, her jeans. She was an artist that was always trying new mediums. I found pencils in her bed, markers, and even chalk once.
She drew on her bed post, her wall, her ceiling.
I had to figure out what to do about that.