This morning Owen had no intention of going to school. He stayed up in his room and hid under his covers. It took a lot of coaxing to get him downstairs and ready for school.
When I made a snack to send with Owen I slipped in a little note.
I love that Owen can read it - that I can sneak into his mind sometime in the middle of his school-day.
It does feel a little wrong somehow, like cheating or something. But I didn’t let that stop me…
When Owen got home from school and I asked if he found the note. He said, “I read it lots of times – over and over. I even read it to Charlotte.” He had such a big smile.
I got a big smile too. I think I am going to sneak into his classroom more often.
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