Saturday, May 21, 2011
The Goat Whisperer.
I went with Lincoln's Kindergarten class to the zoo.
I had told a friend several weeks earlier that there was NO WAY they'd get me on a field trip when I was pregnant so I could exhaust myself chasing around a herd of sweet little six year-olds. Hah! A week before the trip, Lincoln's teacher caught me unawares and extended the invitation. I can never say no, so, there I was, pregnant, chasing kindergarteners. BUT, to my surprise, it was great. I felt great. And I'm sure that Lincoln felt like a million bucks knowing his mom was there chaperoning his group.
I need to score as many brownie points with that sweet boy as I can. Sometimes I feel like all I do is nag on him or tell him he can't do something (...or it could kill him...aka, make fires, climb extreme heights, drive the motorhome to his friend's house, etc.). I look for as many positives as I can and run with them.
His favorite: the goats. I'm assuming this was because of the hands-on nature of the exhibit (glad they don't let you in with the lions:)). He brushed and brushed that little goat slowly and methodically amidst the chaos.
I'm so gald that I said yes, when in my heart I wanted to say no. And, thankfully, my heart changed that morning as I watched him get ready for school with excitement and wonder. And to think, I got to share a piece of that with him.
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