It’s the start of another school year. My kids would be going back to school.
My youngest would start going to school now. He is 5 years old. We’re all excited. We have been teaching him the ABC, colors, shapes, and other simple things which he learned easily. So a couple of weeks ago, we practiced him. We started with colors, then shapes. About 30 minutes into the session, he suddenly stopped and said, “I’m tired.” Then he went to the sofa and lied down. Whoah! My little boy got bored immediately. All excitement were gone.
As the school started, and so was my worry. Would my boy be okay in school? Would he not get bored just like during our practice session? Would he say to his teacher, “I’m tired. I wanna go home”? I couldn’t stop worrying.
I was at work when my phone beeped. A message from my eldest son. He sent pictures of his baby brother in school. My young boy was listening to his teacher. He did not get bored. In one of the pictures, he was showing a star on his wrist. He was so happy. I was relieved. Worries gone. I was so proud of my little boy.
The next day, we asked him to get another star and he answered, “I’ll get three”.
That’s my boy.