At the end of each school year when we are reviewing Connor's progress, I am always amazed at his growth. I am trying to remember that now, as I feel the jitters deep in my belly as the first day approaches. It's not that I am nervous about Connor's teacher, aide, or school - they are all fantastic! I'm more concerned that he is another year older, a seven year old going into second grade - the world around us expects more from our kids with each year.
I can't help but wonder how he will do in school this year. I want concrete answers, but I know that is impossible. It's hard for even me, who knows him better than anyone on this planet, to know what he will do the next moment - so I know the impossibility of predicting the upcoming year.
I am trying to relax and enjoy the promise of new possibilities and unwritten futures. But, dang, it is hard.
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