I think since Arwen was conceived, I’ve known Seth would be sandwiched between two others, girls at that. So there’s a lingering guilt on me because I know he was the baby for such a short time. When he was one day old, I noticed how his skin didn’t feel as soft as it had the day before, that velvety soft that baby’s have when they’re not born too late. So Arwen was conceived in my mind when Seth was one day old. He was our baby for only one day!
We have school time more often lately. I intend to keep him home an extra year so that when he enters kindergarten, he’ll actually be one of the older children in class. My teacher friend says she’s met parents who wished they’d kept their child home that extra year, but no one has ever told her they regretted keeping them home for longer. We’ve considered an unconventional preschool such as karate or baseball, as long as he’s getting prepared at home. Of course, he’s still not getting the “schooling” that Savannah had at this age.
But this morning I overheard a conversation between Savannah and Seth. The only part that stood out was Seth’s saying, “Mom is my teachah. She teaches me.” (guilt melting away :)