The weather was perfect, we couldn’t have asked for better temperatures for the picnic Saturday morning.
The afternoon was so nice, we couldn’t see going back inside, so a group of us decided to take a trip out to our favorite local wildlife reserve. We just love sitting on the porch of the visitor center, there was such a nice breeze. The lake was as beautiful as always, it really makes me want a boat.
We saw lots of fun wildlife in the education center and out on the trails.
After a late lunch we went for a swim at a friend’s house. I would have to say this will probably be the last swim of the summer, if this weather keeps up like this. It was very …. refreshing! Libby and I didn’t stay in long, it was just a little too chilly for my little girl. She was having so much fun she didn’t want to get out, but she just couldn’t make herself stay in the water. She got in and out a couple of times before she decided she had enough.
This morning was even a bit chilly, though very nice. Sam made it two steps out the door and was saying that his hands were “freezing.” It wasn’t really that bad, only around 66 degrees. We made it to school and just as I pull into a parking place he informs me that he is “very hungry.” The events to follow have been the most nerve wracking since the first day of school (which really wasn’t that bad for me emotionally). I asked him if he wanted to have breakfast in the cafeteria and he said yes, but when I told him I didn’t think I’d be able to sit with him and wait to walk him to class, he said he didn’t want to go alone. Once we got in the cafeteria and he looked around I gave him a dollar and had him confirm he wanted breakfast and reminded him that I wouldn’t be staying. He seemed fine with it. He put his backpack on the table and made his way to the line, and I made my way to his teachers class to let her know where I had left him. She said she thought he’d be fine. That their class sits near the stage at lunch and she figured he’d go right there to eat. When I made my way passed the cafeteria to leave, he was standing at a table his class ate at last year, the seats were folded up. So, I stood in the door and smiled at him until he realized I was there. He smiled, but continued to stand there, so I made my way in. I directed him to the table where his teacher said they usually sat for lunch and told him, once again, when he finished to put his tray where it belonged, to get his bag from the table in the back, and make his way down to his class. On my way out I let the duty teacher know it was his first time for breakfast alone and she said she’d keep an eye on him.
Leaving him on his own in a room full of people I don’t know, for him figure things out on his own was very hard for me. He is still so very young. I only assume he made it to class, hopefully on time, no one has called to tell me otherwise. It wasnt’ that large of a breakfast, so it shouldn’t have taken him too long to finish. Perhaps this will build his confidence to let me drop him off at the font to the school, to walk to class on his own. I really don’t know why I’m so comfortable with the thought of him walking there on his own, but not as comfortable with his having breakfast before he went to class? Just one more series of steps for him to work through before he gets to his destination, I suppose.
