He was a delight in day care, following directions and engaging well with his peers, and it was no surprise that he thrived in preschool and kindergarten. Did he have meltdowns? Absolutely. But they were reserved for when he got home and could now loosen up while doing a puzzle or assembling a Lego.
The stakes got higher in first grade with a foreign language and complex math, but his teacher said he was a “lovely boy” who paid attention and cared about his work. I was also impressed how he’d coach his younger brother George on tips for succeeding in preschool — “You always have to listen, Georgie, even when you don’t want to,” he would softly advise on our daily drives. I was thrilled to be raising such a kind and respectful kid.
