Monday, November 1, 2010
Since the day I admitted you didn't have to go to college to be a dad, Rojo has reminded us frequently that he is not going then. This weekend he told STM, "Dad, I'm not going to college. I'm going to be a dad. I'm not going to college."
"That's okay," STM said, "you don't have to go to college.
"But you want Woohoo to go to college, don't you want me to go to college?"
"Well, you can go to college if you want to, but you don't have to," STM reassured.
"But if Woohoo has to go, why don't I have to go?" he pushed.
"Because school is really hard for you," STM said.
Rojo smiled and seemed satisfied with this answer.
Friday after our last Halloween Carnival, I brought home my banana-clad boy and he said, "Mom, high school is going to make me sad."
"Sad? Because you will miss this school?"
"Sad because of all the work. It's going to be hard."
"What if I get you help? I will make sure you have helpers."
"My same helpers I have now?"
"No, probably different helpers, but people that will really make sure the work isn't too hard."
"But will there be a Resource Room?"
"I'm working on that, Honey, I'm working on that."
"I really need a Resource Room."
Later STM and I were comparing our two conversations and I said they were pretty much flattening me. "Really? I think they're great," he said. "They show that he's got a growing awareness. He's maturing. He's understanding himself. That's good, right?"