A very good end to the week

There have been troubles in school this week.  Lil’ B. has fallen, gotten scraped, been bitten and had a perpetual cough that he can’t shake.  There have been mornings when he didn’t want to go to school until he saw his bus.  There have been a few tantrums too, all part and parcel of a three year-old’s life.

Today was a very good day for him though:

Great day. Very engaged with staff and watched the other kids intently. A lot of imitating what others were doing. (Smiley Face)

A lot of this mirrors what I’ve already seen at home.  Lil’ B. has been doing a lot of imitating.  He has also begun to initiate interactions with his brothers, myself and the dog. (I was worried about the last part, he missed our last dog terribly and I was afraid he would not get close to the new one.)

He’s doing his best to ask for what he wants and pointing when the words fail him.  He’s been doing consistently better with these things and others.  He sings songs, sings TV intro tunes, knows the names of characters in his brothers’ favorite shows. In short, he’s slowly but steadily putting chips and cracks in the glass bubble that’s held him inside himself for his entire life.

I’m incredibly proud of the little guy.  His efforts inspire me to to more myself, to push harder when things get difficult and to strive to break out of the habits I’ve formed over a lifetime.  He inspires his brothers, his friends and everyone he meets.

I could go on of course, I’m his father after all.  But I’m sure that I’m not the only father that has ever stood where I stand now, nor will I be the last for at least a while.

I’d love to hear the stories those parents have as well, so if any of you are listening out there in the bit streams that form up the Internet, chime in.  My sons story is no more important than the stories that you have to share.

Peace. I’m out.

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