Pick up time


I see her before she sees me. I pause just outside the door, peering through the windows, observing and admiring her, completely unnoticed.

In this split second of seeing without being seen, I get to survey the situation. Is she deeply engrossed with a baby doll and a blanket? Is she bent low over a table, crayon in hand, masterpiece making? Is she huddled with a friend, weaving a story with little plastic people?

These are the things that matter at 4:30pm.

I’m over at Mamalode today talking about the highs and lows of pick up time. Join me over there!

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