Children at Work

T. Cal

celebrating his

4th B-day

at

Make Me Take Me

Today I will bring my son to work with me.

I do not know how it will go or what he will do, but he is of age to try.

When I announced he was going, he was quite excited. And although he could not really remember what it is I do, when I mentioned the word "school" he seemed excited. I told him he had to dress nice and that he has to help me teach, and he seemed okay with that.

But, after giving him some time to think about it, the next time it was mentioned he said that he was scared.

He is always scared of the unknown.

His first day of gymnastics he kept saying he didn't want to go until we walked into the building and he saw all the other kids his age.

His first day of swimming he didn't want to go and he made me hold his hand until he got to the edge of the pool with his instructor and then he let go and entered the water with her (did he think they were going somewhere else?).

His first day of soccer, he didn't want to work with the instructor for the first 15 minutes of the lesson.

He is not hard nosed about it, but he needs that transition time. He needs the time to realize how he got there, where he belongs and what he is supposed to do now.

Change is tough. It is how we face it that matters.

I feel so blessed to have a job I can bring my child to.

I feel blessed that it is a good job and that it is one that I am not likely to lose anytime soon. I am blessed that even though I don't want to be the one working, that at least one of us has a job to provide.

I like that I can bring my son to work. It is like where the real world and the pretend/imaginary world of "academia" meet. It will be interesting to see what it is like.

I can hear the students' brains now, "So she really doesn't sleep at the school? Wow."