My 6-Year-Old Asked Her Teacher, ‘Can Mommy Come to Donuts with Dad Instead? She Does All the Dad Stuff Anyway’

He pulled me close and kissed me gently. And then nodded slowly.

For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like I was the backup parent or the invisible glue holding everything together. I felt loved again.

And seen. And heard.

“To be seen is to be loved, Nancy,” my grandmother always told me.

And do you know what? I actually believe her words now.