Wednesday, August 28, 2013
One of Elijah's current favorite phrases is, "You think." (On a side note, it sounds exactly like, "You stink", another oft-used Elijah-ism.)
"You think," is what Elijah says when a) he can't decide something, as in:
"What color popsicle would you like?"
"How about purple?"
"No. I want red."
or b) he can't remember something, as in:
"Elijah, what did you see at the zoo today?"
"I don't know. You think."
"Yes. And naked mole rats."
So, today was the first day of school. Aside from a little separation anxiety (on my part), things went smoothly. Then, we were in the car on the way home, and I said, "What did you do at school today?" The response from the backseat? "You think."
And that's when it hit me. I could not fill in the blank today. Until now, almost all of Elijah's experiences have been our experiences. On the rare occasion that we aren't together, he's usually with Daddy, who is equally skilled in jogging Elijah's memory after the fact. But school is different. School is his, not ours. I've considered asking his teacher to live blog the morning, but I am relatively sure that is not part of the Montessori method.
Eventually, over the course of the afternoon, more information trickled out of my little man. He did a puzzle that had a bee on it. He made shapes out of yellow playdough. He cried, but only a little at the end of the day. And so continues the separation that began at birth, that all mothers dread and cherish. My big boy is doing another big boy thing, and he's doing it without me. School.
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at 8:58 PM