Monday night Justice absolutely would not get to sleep. He doesn't often do that, and I have endless respect for parents of kids who won't go to bed. I happily admit, I would lose my mind if that was the case in our house.
Tuesday was the first day back to school after two weeks of school holidays. After about an hour and a half of Justice being awake, filling a water bottle, using the toilet, asking crazy questions, I was ready to crack. I have been SO sick, for what feels like ages... actually, it started on the 18th of June so it has been ages! Anyway, I cough and cough and toss and turn, and I only get five hours sleep on a perfect work night. So I was getting pretty ropeable because I just wanted to go to bed...
AND THEN IT DAWNED ON ME... maybe he was worried about something at school... he has been struggling to come to terms with his dislike for his art teacher, and some nights we have a long talk about that - how we won't like everyone in this life and we have to just get through it...
So FINALLY I asked if something was bothering him. And the answer was "Yes".
BUT I was instructed that I could not say, "That's in the future, you don't have to worry about it right now". Verbatim, those were my instructions. I agreed and then came full disclosure:
"I am worried about when I take chemistry in high school".
Which is when I realised my little boy knows me inside and out. My immediate reaction? "You're seven, what are you worried about that for?!" However, I am proud to say that I refrained from my immediate impulse and instead gave it some careful thought.
I let my son know that I hate science and maths, but I still got a 96 in high school chemistry, and I let him know that we got to mix up things and make them explode. (We also made candy canes at Christmas. I have no love for my high school, but there were definite perks to such a tiny school. In hindsight...)
Anyway, Justice wanted to know if he HAD to take chemistry, and I let him know it depended on what he wanted to do after high school. (He still wants to be a professor of medicine, so he will defnitely have to take chemistry). We then got into a long detailed discussion of university vs TAFE.
And then I am glad to report he went immediately off to bed...
My little man!
And actually, he starts high school in 2015, so maybe he's on to something with this planning ahead thing.
