Today is Wild Man's first day of Grade 2 (as we say in CU Land). He happily rode the bus, and he informed Archer and me that we didn't need to meet him at school as we did last year. He said, "I know what to do now, Mom. Don't worry." But I do worry. Even as I worry, I must acknowledge that he is growing into a thoughtful, sensitive child. He has his moments, to be sure, but most of the time, he shows us that he is maturing and growing up. I'm really proud of the person he's becoming. While I will always love him, I genuinely like him as a person.
Tomorrow Bear starts Junior Kindergarten. This morning, he is hanging out in my office, coloring, while I try to get some work done. We're going to lunch later, and then we may do something special just the two of us. I imagine that I'll be writing a much different post tomorrow, one in which I describe how Bear refused to go to his teacher and how I sobbed when I had to leave him. For now, I'll enjoy listening to his chatter while I finish my syllabi.
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