Yesterday, Cashel … my dear brave nephew … started a new school. He is seven. He has had a rocky road. But yesterday, he faced his fears, and walked into a new school. His mother said she peeked into the room as he sat down at his little desk, surrounded by strangers, and he sat there, with himself, and then he took a deep sighing shaky breath, in and out, getting ready for the day. SO BRAVE.<\/p>\n
Apparently, he did very well. He made three new friends – they all invited him to do stuff with them. (I love these little boys DEARLY for that reason alone).<\/p>\n
One invited Cashel to play “hotshot”.<\/p>\n
“Hey, Cashel, wanna play hot shot?”<\/p>\n
Cashel had no idea what “hotshot” was. A video game? A gameboy extravaganza? But he said (being brave), “Sure.”<\/p>\n
Turns out that the kid had said “hopscotch”. Cashel had never heard of it.<\/p>\n
I am so glad that hopscotch is alive and well on playgrounds in America.<\/p>\n
My dearest Cashel, my brave boy, meeting new people, facing his fears. HEART-CRACK!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday, Cashel … my dear brave nephew … started a new school. He is seven. He has had a rocky road. But yesterday, he faced his fears, and walked into a new school. His mother said she peeked into the … Continue reading