So much to say, probably not here
I have so much to say about Bruno.

About his little things, his huge milestones, the way he is clumsily and proudly taking his first steps. The five days of high temperature where we visited the doctor three times. His teeth shining over the afternoon sun. The sockets in my eyes, trying hard to retain the tear pushing out while i write the last note on his preschool book. I thank Ana, his teacher, for helping him grow strong and healthy and happy and independent.

So much to say about Bruno. How i worry. How i grow more confident as days go by. How much he sweats, in car seats and as he falls asleep in his cot. How he pretends to talk. How he asks for water, and a ball. He masters the weeping and whining technique, softly saying ma-ma ma-ma ma-ma and lifting his arms up.

I have a lot to say but i don't think i'll be saying it here. I'm considering moving back into ambivalence, i no longer believe in segregating the information. Thoughts?