Today we went to kindergarten preview for my younger son.
My youngest son.
My last child to be in this position.
In some ways it’s been 5 million years to get to this point. A rocky road filled with extended infant colic, state evaluations, allergies, his true Irish temper, and finally blossoming into this amazing loving child.
For me, I survived the colic, the psychosis, the PTSD. What followed was the rediscovery of myself, the patience and strength that have grown exponentially.
These events have shaped and made me who I am today.
And even so, I sit there in his future classroom. Overwhelmed and yet excited for our future. The challenges that have yet to come. The unknown.
I know we can do this. Him and I. Because we have our past that bonds us through it all.