Well that’s done! I cannot describe my feelings of relief. I was so anxious about today, about how it would go…
I should have had a bit more faith in our Bug. He was amazing.
He was so intent on his teacher, on the class, on the materials… He was 100% into it.
He told me three times today how much he likes school, and although I was in the next room and heard everything that happened in class, he happily told me all that they had done together.
He was so enthusiastic. He loved every minute of it.
And now I’m paralyzed with anxiety, wondering if he will continue to be so happy.
One day at a time, Jane.
In Other News…
Having a kindergartener who knows how to read can be damned inconvenient.
Here’s today’s paper:
The Bug looked at the paper, sitting on the dining room table. He read the headline and the subtitle, turned to me and said,
“Mama, why wouldn’t he expect to meet his children? What’s a sperm donor? And why aren’t they wearing masks?”
The last question I answered by saying, “They’re all family, so they don’t have to wear masks together.”
The other two I glossed over by saying awkwardly, “Well, he helped 19 people have children but he didn’t think he’d ever meet them. HEY! I have an idea! Let’s finish the last couple chapters of The Last Battle!”
Thankfully, the Bug is sufficiently into The Chronicles of Narnia that my distraction tactic worked.
I silently wiped the sweat from my brow, congratulating myself for narrowly escaping having to explain sperm, sperm donation, how babies are made, genetic testing, geneology and so much more.
Not a conversation I’m ready to have with our five-year-old.