Tonight my kindergartner told me he had to go pooh-pooh. I told him to go ahead. He told me he was afraid that there were rats in the bathroom. I assured him there weren't. He insisted there were - that he'd seen them lots of times. We went back and forth on the existence or non-existence of rats in our house when I realized that going into the bathroom with my son was a small thing for me to do, but would be big for him. So in I went.
And out came all the observations, fears, worries and concerns of a kindergartner. This has happened before. He invites me to sit on the side of the bathtub while he goes potty and then he tells me all the deep stuff I try to get out of him as he gets off the school bus.
Tonight I swear I'm going to remember. I'm going to let him talk to me in his time, in his way. It's just that next time, I think I'll turn on the fan.
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