The little kid who could not sit still, who fell off every chair ever made, who has not sat through an entire meal EVER, who escaped my watchful eye time and again, who jumped off every high surface he could get up onto, who was reprimanded by more strangers than I care to remember,
who grew his hair long and was confused for the wrong sex almost daily since the day he was born,
the kid who drew criticism because unschoolers have no discipline.
Thank you for being so clear with me, little man. You have always been certain of your path, and I can now see how some of the pieces are falling into place. You are a little (very little), force of nature, pure and driven.
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