Soren gets a little “report card” every day he goes to school. It’s just a form that tells us about all the events of his day, including but not limited to the important things in a toddler’s life: eating, drinking, pooping, and sleeping. (An added benefit of using cloth diapers at day care [I'm planning to write a post about how we do this soon, because we had to figure it out ourselves so this might be helpful information for other people.] is that we get to really know about some of these things, ifyouknowwhatimeanandithinkyoudo.) At the bottom of the page is a blank space his teachers can use to tell us about the highlights of his day. What today’s highlights lacked in specificity they made up for in sheer awesome:
Colored, played, had fun! Good day!
Oh my goodness I love that so much. He brought home his artwork of the day (unfortunately, he gets a little, um, enthusiastic, so there is a hole in the paper; we’re working on the concept of “gentle,” especially in the context of animals) and little chubby arms covered in purple marker.
I find that having a kid is almost entirely moments like this, sweet little things that make you really happy you did it even though you never thought you wanted to until pretty much the last minute. From what I’d read on the internet, I thought being a parent was full of Big Struggles and Drama and Hardship and Losing Yourself (and, apparently, annoyingly and inappropriately capitalizing words for no reason). For me, it’s not like that. It’s just one sweet little moment after another. I love it way more than I ever imagined I would.