My baby has been in Kindergarten a grand total of fourteen days and we've already settled into a routine. The routine involves the normal things you might expect, breakfast, getting dressed, brushing teeth and packing a snack before he happily goes off to school. It also involves me wondering what the day will bring. Will today be the day?
He is my second son and is very unlike his brother in numerous ways. On the other hand they have both inherited from me, some of the very traits I would have banned from being passed on, if, you know, God had asked me. He didn't. As such, they both have inherited my shyness. It is beyond difficult to watch them struggle with the very same things I struggled with. Partly because I understand but partly because I have come out the other side. If only I could impart the knowledge that I have to them without the painful lessons I had to endure (mostly out of my own stubbornness).