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The children laughed. As the assignment passed from child to child, the laughter became louder and jumping became competitive. Suddenly I realized David was no longer by my side. I was pleased to see him sitting at the table. When his name was written on the board, he stood up with his usual air of determination and confidence and gave the highest jump he could muster.

At that point I vividly remember thinking, I could get up and slip out and he would never notice or care. But I could not leave! I was every bit as interested as those little first graders.

"How was school today?" father asked David at supper that evening.

"Ah, it was okay." Okay, I thought. Just okay?

"I might as well go to school. There's nothing much to do here at home," David remarked as we walked out the door that second day. I noticed right away, we had picked up the pace and there was something definitely different about my little boy.

David slowed the pace as we approached the sidewalk. He said, "Mama, when Mrs. Mayfield puts her face down close to mine to help me with my work, I just wanna kiss her."

With that he ran ahead of me, bounded up the steps to the double door, waved and said, "Bye Mom, see ya after school."