“I’m nervous,” confessed my six-year-old, Li’l D, from our car’s back seat.
As we drove toward his school, my husband and I talked to him about his nerves.
We asked, we explained, we reassured.
Li’l D grew increasingly agitated as we neared his school, but didn’t seem to be agitated about school itself.
“Oh! Is this one of those times you want us to stop reassuring you and just listen?” I asked him.
“Yes, please,” he replied.
“Okay. We hear you, we understand you, and we have total confidence in you,” I told him. Anthony nodded agreement as he navigated traffic near the school.
“Thanks,” murmured Li’l D from the back seat.
As I watched him interact with his friends and new teacher minutes later, I couldn’t help smiling.
He’ll be just fine in second grade.