This morning, before I even really opened my eyes, Jane was in my room, on my bed, filling me in on the latest drama of the day.
"Mommy, you're not going to believe when I tell you what they were saying on the bus yesterday," she said.
Every nerve in my body woke up. This is it, I thought, trying to remember what all the emails and websites I've read over the past few days told me about talking to a 5-year-old about the horrible thing that happened.
"So-and-so said that yesterday was her daddy's birthday. And then so-and-so said it WASN'T TRUE. And so then I said...."
Let her drama always be this. Always.