Last night at bath time, Etienne had wet pants.  So ok.  We're not reacting with anger, no biggie at this point.  We were talking about how hard it is to be big when we are really tired and he started crying. 

"I feel like I am not normal.  I feel all alone."

  Those are the words of my preschooler.  Not a teen in angst.  A child in his family.  Molly and Blake both heard him and stopped in their tracks.  Blake laid his head on E's back.  Molly kissed his head and rubbed his face.  I just hugged him tight and the 4 of us cried.  I am so proud that he could articulate (see Spring of 2010 for "I feel happy, this is my happy face." days) his pain so we can share it with him.  I don't have words for this kind of sadness.