Dinosaur Divorce

Every time I walk down the long hallway that leads to my children's classrooms I walk past a classroom display board. This class (I'm not sure of the grade) has big construction paper cutouts of themselves holding a book. The arms and the books pop off of the display board and it is very cute. I'm not sure what all the other book titles are on the kids, but there is one cutout kid holding his/her handmade book titled "Dinosaur Divorce." For some reason that is all I can see when I walk down that hallway and it makes me sad every time. The word sad seems too mild to describe the actual haunting feeling I get from that cutout. I can just imagine the thoughts and feelings that this poor child is having and that of all the books this kid could have dreamt up this was the one he/she went with. Having been a child of divorce myself it just tares me up to think that for this child they are trying to make sense of a life that has just been torn apart and everything in their world is relatable (or trying to make relatable) to their situation--even a dinosaur.