With three little ones, I feel well versed in the ways of baby and toddler. Soon, however, we will begin a new journey, a new chapter in our lives. As of Thursday, we will have an official Preschooler in the house.
Earlier this week, a letter from Billy's preschool teacher came in the mail asking that he complete a worksheet to bring to his first class. Sounds easy enough, but somehow helping him complete that one simple worksheet has brought forth a flurry of emotion -- in me, not him.
Billy is fine. He seems excited but not overly so. He also seems a bit nervous, but again, not overly so. That is consistent with his personality. He is a lot like John, rarely too high and rarely too low. I, on the other hand, am full of emotion. I am excited for him, but, at the same time, finding myself incredibly nervous. Will he make friends? Will he fit in? Will he be happy? Will his teacher like him? Will he like his teacher?
As much as I want to, I know I can't walk him into class everyday and tell everyone how great he is, how smart he is, and how much fun he is to be around. That is up to him. I just have to trust that we, as a family, have given him the tools necessary to be successful in this new adventure. It is not his personality to take the world by storm (that is more TJ). Billy is more likely to take a careful approach, cautiously facing each day. For him, success will come with time. I am sure of that. 
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