I sometimes have to remind myself that you are still so young. Sometimes you help me remember by acting your age with a well timed tantrum. I guess sometimes I ask too much and expect too much from you, and I’m sorry.
You are doing extremely well for a child that is bored out of his tree most of the time – unless you are playing on the play station of course.
My mother guilt rages fiercely and I’m making promises in my head about all the things we will do when we get home. All the running and jumping and playing and learning and getting out of the house – not long to go now.
I know you will love going to Kindergarten and I know you love having a backyard again. So will I.
You’ve learnt so much by being here though and you are so smart and so amazing and I love you so much.
I just need to remember to show you more often than I tell you.
I love you,