Thank you, thank you, every one, for the (always consistent yet always surprising to me, somehow) outpouring of love and support for Ike. And me, because meeeeeeeeeee. I know he's going to be just fine.
(A more literal interpretation of how I wish I could send their little hearts and minds out into the world.)
Anyway, let's PIVOT TO EZRA for a moment. Ezra actually started out this school year as The One I Was Most Worried About, because he was also experiencing a lot of social/recess-related anxiety. He had a pretty important friendship fizzle out last year, and coupled with the fact that he's very much an Inside Bookish Type Who's Really Just Waiting Around For Adulthood at this point, he no longer knew what to do at recess anymore. Sitting around on the Buddy Bench while contemplating the complex contradictions of his being was getting old, tbh.
So he joined the school safety patrol, which meets weekly at recess.
A dear friend of mine had business cards printed up for him, because he totally remembers what it's like to be a kid like Ezra.
(The Baby-sitters Club books were a gift from another grown-up friend who also deeply understands my children. They are Ezra's favorite thing right now, along with everything and anything else by Raina Telgemeier.)
He also joined his school's career readiness program, because of course he did. That's another couple recesses a month spent mercifully indoors with like-minded peers, following his dream of writing and illustrating his own books. Like Raina!
Or Ezra Jack Keats.
Last Friday was his school's Living Wax Museum, and Ezra went as...well, Ezra. (You may remember Noah as Alexander Hamilton, about three or four Obsessively Preferred Topics ago.)
Ezra hauled out our entire EJK library for his props, and also made this:
I think the OG Author/Illustrator Ezra would've been proud of him. I know I sure was.