As a parent, you worry. It's unavoidable, absolutely. I can attest to this, because I am in no way a worrier. I may panic (probably due to the fact that I never worry. Therefore, when a stressful event like a test, or swim meet finally approached, it would suddenly dawn on me, crap, maybe I'm not prepared!?) But I don't worry. Until these kids existed, that is. And Brock, with his stubbornedd and neurosis, is no exception. He gets so obsessed with things, I have to bribe him to do fun stuff! Just the other day, while at a parade, he got offered a pony ride, but he wanted a sucker. His little brain cannot comprehend that he can both ride the pony AND have a sucker. I imagine his mind to be saying, "sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker, I want a sucker, where's a sucker, sucker sucker." I had to tell him he could have 2 suckers if he rides the pony.
Brock is in pre-school now, for a half day on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. He LOVES school. Loves it. I love it, because he loves it. Summer is rough for a kid who wants to know and understand the entire world, how it works, how to fix it. I've said it since he was born, Brock thrives off stimulation. Think he will be an over-commited adult, like his mommy? Anyway, I attended "Back to school night" of sorts a few days ago. I could not wait to hear from someone who has seen, worked with, and taught 3.5 year olds nearly as long as I've been alive. Miss Mary taught a couple of Matt's brothers in preschool at St. Ann's as well. If anything can quench a parent's worry about the behavior, progress and social skills of their child, it's an experienced teacher. She seemed ambivalent. According to her, Brock is not doing anything out of the ordinary for a three year old, and participating well in class. So, for now, I can rest assure that Brock is not a trouble-maker in Miss Mary's eyes. In fact, she said that he is part of the threesome that LOVES the cars, trains and trucks.
We are packing up to leave, and finally, I hear, "OK, let's go Alex." I immediately turn my head, to find that Alex is Brock's bigger, slightly frat-ier classmate! Of course, it is. I go up to his mother and say, "So, this is Alex, apparently, he is Brock's only friend." And she smiles, and exclaims, "And you're Brock's mom!? Alex talks about him nonstop." We go on to chat for a while, finding out that we know a few mutual people, and that we both went to IU and graduated the same year! What was in that water!? Seriously, we all create huge, beautiful boys. Maybe, this is Indiana's way of finally having a good football team, they found some genetic secret and infused us all; look out, in 17 years we will dominate. And speaking of dominating, let's hope these 2 big boys remain sweet, and innocent. I no longer worry about him socializing, I worry about him becoming the bully. In short, the night wiped away some of my worries, but created others. The cycle never ends.