The Boss of Me

“Mom, do you know how I felt inside my body when you just left me here?” asked my little guy (age 8).

We were pulling out of the school driveway where I had parked to run into the front office. (There’s surveillance video).

“How?”

“Like I was in charge of something for the first time in my life. When you’re the littlest brother, you never even get to be in charge of yourself.”

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