Kindergarten Story

Today I went to a baby shower for someone I have known for a long time! Her mom was an aide in my kindergarten classroom. She told me this story today that I don't remember hearing before. I want to write about it so I don't forget. I remember that Mrs. H worked in my kindergarten classroom but I don't remember any specific stories.

Mrs. H told me today that my mom used to come in and help out once a week in the classroom. Each time she did so, I hated when she had to leave and would cry. I always asked my mom to take me with her. I was also told that I would try to sneak out of the classroom and follow my mom. Mrs. H always got me before I left the room. Well one day, I succeeded in sneaking out of the room and I began to follow my mom down the hallway. My mom pretended like she didn't know I was following her. Mrs. H ran out into the hall and called my name so I ran back to her. And my mom, without having ever turned around, just held up her hand and waved goodbye.

I laughed and cried as I was told that story today. I miss her so very much. And I love to hear stories about her that I don't really remember. 

Mom, do you remember that story?

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