B1 and B2 started back at school yesterday. B1 is now in high school. A momentous occasion in our family, as it is in families everywhere. B2, on the other hand, has moved into his penultimate year of primary school. There was a heady mix of excitement, nervousness, jealousy (on the part of B2 who thought it was "totally unfair" that B1 got to wear a special tie and do neat stuff in classes) and hopefulness in the car on the way to school.
I was as excited for them starting this new adventure, as they were themselves. I know that B1 will thrive in high school. It feels like he's been in a holding pattern for the last seven years, waiting for something or someone to tell him it's ok to take off. Now it feels like he just got the go-ahead from air-traffic control. He was up super early, had organised lunch boxes for himself and his brother (except the sandwiches, which he left for me to do), made his bed, ate his breakfast, got dressed and was ready to go half an hour early. This was no one-of event either. This morning he had gotten himself organised and made my coffee (he let me do the lunch boxes this time).
B1 has always been an amazing kid; surprising me at every turn. He's always been involved in whatever I'm doing and always been keen to help. There are pictures in the family album of him at 2, standing on a step ladder, making salad. In so many ways, he's braver than I am. He faces the world with a mix of nervous excitement and self-assuredness. I've spent most of his primary school years worrying that he doesn't have enough (or any) friends, only to find that nearly every child in his year is saying hi or bye to him when I pick him up from school. I think I've spent more time worrying about his friends than he has. I admire him that ability to be so self-contained, so happy with who he is, so unquestioning of the love he's surrounded by.
It set him apart in primary school, I think. That was a time when being sociable and gregarious was everything. When having friends, making friends, being friends and losing friends was the raison d'etre. B2 does and will flourish in that environment. He's the gregarious one. He's the one who has inherited those traits from me; the oh-too-noisy-talker, the class clown, the joker, the performer, everybody's friend who is horribly insecure and uncertain of his own abilities. I'm grateful that B1 is more like his father in that way and terrified for B2. Insecurity has stopped me being my best, doing my best and giving my all in so many circumstances. I hope I can help B2 overcome the crippling inaction that accompanies this insecurity.
I was as excited for them starting this new adventure, as they were themselves. I know that B1 will thrive in high school. It feels like he's been in a holding pattern for the last seven years, waiting for something or someone to tell him it's ok to take off. Now it feels like he just got the go-ahead from air-traffic control. He was up super early, had organised lunch boxes for himself and his brother (except the sandwiches, which he left for me to do), made his bed, ate his breakfast, got dressed and was ready to go half an hour early. This was no one-of event either. This morning he had gotten himself organised and made my coffee (he let me do the lunch boxes this time).
B1 has always been an amazing kid; surprising me at every turn. He's always been involved in whatever I'm doing and always been keen to help. There are pictures in the family album of him at 2, standing on a step ladder, making salad. In so many ways, he's braver than I am. He faces the world with a mix of nervous excitement and self-assuredness. I've spent most of his primary school years worrying that he doesn't have enough (or any) friends, only to find that nearly every child in his year is saying hi or bye to him when I pick him up from school. I think I've spent more time worrying about his friends than he has. I admire him that ability to be so self-contained, so happy with who he is, so unquestioning of the love he's surrounded by.
It set him apart in primary school, I think. That was a time when being sociable and gregarious was everything. When having friends, making friends, being friends and losing friends was the raison d'etre. B2 does and will flourish in that environment. He's the gregarious one. He's the one who has inherited those traits from me; the oh-too-noisy-talker, the class clown, the joker, the performer, everybody's friend who is horribly insecure and uncertain of his own abilities. I'm grateful that B1 is more like his father in that way and terrified for B2. Insecurity has stopped me being my best, doing my best and giving my all in so many circumstances. I hope I can help B2 overcome the crippling inaction that accompanies this insecurity.
