didn't have all that much to say

Let me tell you about my kids. They are amazing, resilient little creatures. My children fill me with pride each and every day. I wake up in the morning excited to see them, to see what new things this day will have in store.

Tristan has been amazing with her broken leg. She never complains. I feel so sorry for her; each day an exciting journey from bed to sofa and back. She keeps saying "sorry" when she complains about me hurting in her when i struggle to carry her to the bathroom. I say "don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry." It has been amazing to watch her deepening sympathy and understanding of the world around her and how her attitude and actions, and others, effect her surroundings. She is a bright star.

Toby has joined his peers in his new school with enthusiasm and charm. He is everyone's buddy. He continues to struggle with his language arts and has needed a lot of encouragement to face each spelling test and reading assignment. He is pushing through. This week he will start receiving extra support which will, hopefully, be great for him. Watching the way his apraxia continues to cause him learning and developmental delays has been heart-wrenching.

Eliza has blossomed in the new school. Reaching out to new friends and taking risks that were unheard of a year ago. She feels safe in her classroom which is not nut-free, but aware. She has never had to face this threat before and in many ways it has given her a sense of power and ownership of her allergies. She needs to keep herself safe and not rely on others to do that for her. I can see that she is proud of her bravery and that she sees the pride in me.

Parker cries each morning before kindergarten and walks out at the end of each day proclaiming "school was great today!" I hope that soon the morning anxiety will ease. He has, so far, saved his anger and frustration for home. I had visions of him whacking his classmates, but he still reserves that behaviour for his siblings. A few weeks ago he learned to ride without training wheels by, literally, pedaling away. No help. It was amazing. Now his favourite thing to do is to go to the skate park and ride around. He put his head under water for the first time this weekend. He is taking risks and feeling the reward. I am proud and a little sad to see him grow up.

My kids keep me going, make me smile, make me cry, make me proud.