I taught again, today, my Little Rock. I am always so tired until I see him behind the window. A coworker said today, "You always perk up when your kids come out, but he's the only one that makes you smile when he's waiting."
There is a part of me that feels angry, upset, abandoned. I don't understand how I can be these two completely different people; this warm and loving motherly figure at work and this spoiled child everywhere else. There has to be a better way to balance.
I keep telling stories where I call him The Best Friend, even though he isn't, really, anymore.