You’ve settled so well in school, and so begins the flow into routine, play dates and extramurals. Aside from the first day, when you cried on drop-off, you have pretty much leapt into your classroom, quickly settling. When I fetch you, you are full of hugs and grins, and mostly quite dirty (a good sign in this case, right?)
Once or twice you’ve told me you “don’t feel well” and can’t go to school, and my new response is that I was once a huge faker of illness at school, and that I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to pull a fast one on me (for now, anyway. Yikes – I feel you might laugh at this and at me one day).
This year, albeit only 21 days of it, is going well. Days consist of kilometres run, coffee drunk, events attended, banter shared, work worked, and tasks ticked off.
Books are being read, cupcakes are being baked and decorated, TV series are being consumed, nails are being painted, and opportunities are being sought.
Negative energy is being avoided (where possible), old holes aren’t being walked into (where possible), and gut feelings are being followed (where possible).
May the momentum continue upwards.
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