It’s the night before O’s first day of 1st grade. He’s going to a new school (the same one M goes to) which means he gets to commute with his dad. It also means he needs to be awake super early for a 6:40am departure. Last year M handled the change to a new school like it was no big deal but O has been nervous for days now, even threatening to quit 1st grade and stay home with me to help take care of the dog. So it’s no surprise that he’s having a hard time falling asleep:
(15 minutes after saying good night, I find him tapping his fingers on the wall)
O, you need to close your eyes and go to sleep.
I can’t sleep.
Are you nervous?
Would you like me to read you a story to help you fall asleep?
What would you like me to read?
Um… Harry Potter.
No, that won’t work because you’ll want to hear the story and then you won’t fall asleep. You need to think of something I can read that will put you to sleep.
Okay… I guess you can read the scriptures.