I wrote this last year right before Julia was born.
To prepare for our first child's birth,
my husband and I have been doing lots of research – the safest car
seats, convertible cribs, folding strollers – you name it and one
of us has googled it. But I've found that as I prepare for the
physical arrival of our little bundle of joy, I've started remembering long lost thoughts, conclusions and memories from my own childhood,
perhaps in anticipation of understanding kid-logic again.
Way back when, my older brother was
held back in preschool a year, and my parents explained to him that
he'd be repeating the year, and that it was nothing to feel ashamed
about. My brother listened and believed them – and whenever he met
somebody, the first words out of his mouth were, “I'm in
kindergarten now, but I was held back a year in preschool.”
