"Oh ye of little faith"

"Oh ye of little faith." Somehow that phrase always seems to apply to me, and it seems especially apt today.

If you had asked me on Tuesday, if I thought Rowan would be loving school by Friday, I would have said: "There is NO way!" But, as usual, things worked out just perfectly. Let me explain.

When Rowan's teacher walked up to our car this morning, our little man, without a peep, picked up his school bag, took the teacher by the hand and said: "Bye!" waving quite casually as he walked off. Fantastic!

Then when I fetched him, he calmly collected his work and placed it in his bag and the bag on his back. We came home and had a very busy and interesting (because of some severe potty training mishaps - three of them) afternoon. After a while of playing about the house, he picked up his back pack and asked that I help him to put it on his back. So I took a chance and asked: "Are you ready to go back to school?" His eyes widened and I could see that he was considering this idea before he said: "Yeah! Car!" pointing to the door. I was flabbergasted, and quickly had to explain how we can't go to school now, but that we will be going back on Monday.

So once again, if only I had a little bit of faith, this week could have been a lot less stressful. I am working on it.

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