Our Little Man.

Our little man struggled to find his feet in the first few days of school. He was put in a composite class (year 2 and 3) and separated from his best buddy. His older siblings kept a keen eye on him and checked in on him when he was lonely in school. They made sure teachers knew if something happened to him and provided me with excellent updates after school. 

Fast forward a week later and our little man is as happy as a clam in high tide. He's made a friend in his class, reunited with his best buddy and is now part of a little group of 3 boys who play "The Floor is Lava" "thousands of times" at break time. I'm so glad for him.

I've learned that he's not one to fight for the limelight or share his stories straightaway at the top of his voice. He's the one who appreciates a quiet conversation away from everyone else, or a gentle question when there's a break in the chatter at the dinner table. Get him started and we find that he has soooo much to say. It's a joy to witness the exuberance he has had, coming home from a lovely day at school. 

As a year 2, he now has homework to do at home. I was flipping through his work today and saw this:

Of all the professions he could choose, he'd choose to be parent. Aw.