On August 5, I found myself at the local school district office, trying to figure out why my five-year-old hadn’t been assigned to a teacher or school despite submitting all the required documents. After a frustrating wait and a few phone calls, I finally got the issue resolved. But the real surprise came on the first day of kindergarten when I arrived at the school only to be told that my daughter wasn’t enrolled. In a bizarre twist, I was mistakenly registered as the kindergartner instead of her! This accidental mix-up had me laughing in disbelief, especially after hours of waiting at the registration office. Read on for the hilarious story of how I ended up being an “accidental kindergartner” for 72 hours!

This open letter to my sons is a heartfelt reflection on the lessons learned throughout motherhood. I apologize for the times I fell short, recognizing the unique paths each of you are on. Dee, Zay, and K, you have filled my life with love and joy, and I now see the importance of nurturing your individuality. I’ve learned that the best way to guide you is with love, respect, and understanding, and I promise to be more present as your mother. I’m proud of the young men you’ve become and will continue to support you in every step of your journey.