Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Little Big Man

Joshua at the end of the first day of 6th grade. He postures as a little man, but his heart is that of a little boy. I sat with him while he tried to fall asleep that night, his stomach wrecked with anxiety about day two. I couldn't help but be reminded of my own problems falling asleep as a child, needing my parents to stay with me until I was truly fast asleep, sitting up with a start and beginning to cry if I heard them trying to leave my bedroom. I empathized deeply with Josh. I turned his alarm clock out of sight so he couldn't read the illuminated red numbers that reminded both of us just how long one night can be.

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