My darling sweetie climbs the steps out of the preschool in her step and close way. She is holding a coffee filter flower and wearing our favourite pink knit dress with her sparkly shoes from her big girl friend Kara. It's her turn to escort me into the tea party. It takes her longer than the other kids but she is third in line so the excitement is still building and no one is impatient yet. She leads me carefully to our table and takes my seat while offering me hers. She is too excited to speak and I can't stop speaking and asking her questions. There is a present and place setting for each mom. We are all thrilled of course. The kids get up and do two songs with actions. She places herself front and centre, joining in and looking at her class mates for clues. She is among them and apart. The bond between some of the other kids is not there for her but everyone is friendly and her main connection is to the teachers. Now in this moment, she and her mom are dressed up for a tea party and there are strawberries and cupcakes and songs. What else could possibly matter?
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