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My son's first day of school

Yesterday was Alexander the gorgeous' first day of playschool. I had no expectation of him thinking it amazing or even wanting to be there.  My little guy is not that into socializing with other kiddies of his age.  That is the only reason on earth that we would ever consider him starting school before turning 2.   This is what his first day looked like.
 




School started at 9:00 and ended at 11:00 and for the entire time my beloved child played by himself.   That being said he enjoyed most of the activites offered.  What is glaringly obvious is that my child is so like me.  I am as happy as can be in my world with my husband and my children.   When I go to birthday parties or teas I tend to draw away.  I sit by myself until someone thinks I'm looking lonely and comes to sit and talk to me. I am more than likely too intense, or I take way to long to explain something and the person scuttles off to find lighter conversation. I'm not insecure about it or sore about it.  The reality is I can be socially awkward.  As I intimated in the post Legacy, we replicate ourselves in our children.  And I am seeing so much of myself, the negative self, in my son.  Don't get me wrong, I do not think that we all have to be extroverts.  I just think life is easier if you can go to those things that require social interaction and be able to interact.  I would love to know if you are like me or if you find it easy to chat and be a part of what is going on?
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  1. Martin24 January 2011 at 21:11

    Hey lady,
    I so enjoyed this, just having de ja vu of this time last year. I do think everybody is a bit like you and each one just developed differnt skills in handling it. And in that, what a great opportunity that we can now allready identify this and try change it a bit for their future...
    (Martin se Hi v Emiel :) )
    xxxxx

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  2. Philippa24 January 2011 at 22:46

    Hey. Thanks for the comment. Its funny it was the one thing that Emiel and I chatted about all the time, that our children would start with a clean slate. I've learnt since having children that the slate isn't necessarily as clean as we'd thought, but that is not really an issue as long as we can still work on ourselves that our children see and learn what will make them into the best people.

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