Lately he is gotten really concerned with being cool. You wont catch this kid doing anything babyish- like participating in music makers on Friday with Jackson. Although when it came time for the instruments he snatched up a tambourine and marched around in circles with all the littles. See in between. He sometimes thinks he is the boss around here which gets me so worked up that that little mixed notion of his gets whipped from his head immediately. He stresses me out to the point that my back and shoulders ache from worry. Worry that I'm not teaching him enough. Worry that he's not kind enough. Just worry. But at the end of the day when I kiss him on his cheek after I have tucked him and bear and monkey in "really tight" and I tell him I love him, and he says "love you too" as I walk out of his room I know that I shouldn't worry so much. We are learning this parenting thing out together. And just as a I am constantly forgiving him, he is always forgiving my shortcomings and accepting me as his mom. Tonight he told me that he would be good if I be the best, best, best mom. I asked him how do I do that?
His answer. Just be yourself.