Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Yesterday was the start of a new school year. It was also the start of Pre-K for my baby born during the early months of the pandemic. I was overwhelmed and very anxious for him. He cried and stopped and cried and stopped and eventually we were forced to leave. He seemed to take it all in stride. I was a mess waiting for school to call me to come get him. They never did. He looked relieved to see me at the end of the day. I did too. It’s going to be a long school year. For him and the rest, I will be volunteering even during cafeteria hours, something I have never done. Something about the last baby going off to school has me emotional and thankful and well, I look to the hopes and hurdles along the way. Keep, keep these memories.