Bittersweet.

Got asked to pick my son's best friend up from school. Given my last entry, it was very bittersweet.
Little Miss B came RUNNING to me, giving me hugs, telling me she has missed us, and proudly showed off the brand new gap in her teeth where her first tooth fell out two days ago.
We killed some time in the park while waiting for her mum, and in that time I had to break her heart - My little man won't be returning to that school, and when he is back in my care, we won't be living in the area as rent is far too steep. But, I whipped out the good ol' pinky promise that I would get my little man to call her when I see him, and that I would organise a playdate and sleepover as soon as possible. They have the most special friendship, and I am not going to let the knock on effects of someone else's actions ruin that.

Adding to the bitter of the day, I signed the exit forms at the school, verifying my.man won't be returning. The admin woman was at the school when I was a student there from third to eighth grades, and had become very fond of Bennie, even though seeing the second generation made her feel old. I briefly explained to her what happened, and she had a teary with me in the office, gave me a huge hug, and said it broke her heart that my son is now leaving the school for exactly the same reasons as I did. I also had to promise I would visit her when I get a chance, which I plan to. She was a big part of my childhood, encouraged me to do what I enjoyed, and when enrolling Ben at the school late in 2011, she was so excited to know that I had chased the dream I had all those years ago. So I will definitely keep her in my life now.

Amongst the chaos, knowing that I have made enough impact on people like Jan and Little Miss B to be so emotional does mean such a lot.

On with recuperating.