I whispered it. Like it was a dirty little secret. Like it was something to be ashamed of. Something no one else should know.
I whispered it as I stood next to my friend watching our kids climb the play structure at the girl's preschool. And she turned to me and laughed.
Her laugh was one of understanding. She didn't mock me for worrying that maybe I am doing something wrong because she is sometimes so bossy with other kids and she can be so shrieky and she just doesn't understand she can't make other kids do what she wants them to do and I worry kids won't want to play with her and is it because of me?
Her laugh made me smile. She told me me too. She freed me from my secret.