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I have another cold. This one comes with a slight fever. I keep thinking I'm past that part of it, only to discover on checking that I'm still half a degree up from where I should be. This cold is trying to turn into a serious cough. Fortunately, taking Singulair keeps my asthma from starting running every time I get a cold. I am so thankful for that.

I suspect that my volunteering at the school has something to do with how I've had one cold after another this winter. Cordelia's had one cold that won't quite let go, but I've had three or four different ones now. Scott's mostly escaped. I'm hoping he can keep that up.

Last Wednesday, during my time in the school library, the school had their annual Martin Luther King, Jr. assembly. Cordelia had asked me to attend if I could, so I did. Her class wasn't doing anything special this year, so the teacher hadn't sent home notice about the assembly. As happened last year (when Cordelia's class was doing something special), I got all teary during the assembly. I actually had to sneak out to go back to the library to get some tissues.

It's a little embarrassing. As far as I could tell, looking around, I was the only parent with this problem. The kids were so earnest, and they were celebrating something important, something we're still working on. I found myself thinking about the costs of struggles against racism and about all the kids in that school. Each kid is a universe, and it's too soon to know what they'll make of the world. I don't think I could bear to be a teacher, to see all of those kids and to know the things they'll face. It's hard enough doing it all with one child I love.

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I have another cold. This one comes with a slight fever. I keep thinking I'm past that part of it, only to discover on checking that I'm still half a degree up from where I should be. This cold is trying to turn into a serious cough. Fortunately, taking Singulair keeps my asthma from starting running every time I get a cold. I am so thankful for that.

I suspect that my volunteering at the school has something to do with how I've had one cold after another this winter. Cordelia's had one cold that won't quite let go, but I've had three or four different ones now. Scott's mostly escaped. I'm hoping he can keep that up.

Last Wednesday, during my time in the school library, the school had their annual Martin Luther King, Jr. assembly. Cordelia had asked me to attend if I could, so I did. Her class wasn't doing anything special this year, so the teacher hadn't sent home notice about the assembly. As happened last year (when Cordelia's class was doing something special), I got all teary during the assembly. I actually had to sneak out to go back to the library to get some tissues.

It's a little embarrassing. As far as I could tell, looking around, I was the only parent with this problem. The kids were so earnest, and they were celebrating something important, something we're still working on. I found myself thinking about the costs of struggles against racism and about all the kids in that school. Each kid is a universe, and it's too soon to know what they'll make of the world. I don't think I could bear to be a teacher, to see all of those kids and to know the things they'll face. It's hard enough doing it all with one child I love.