Last winter I was worrying about whether or not to change departments at my job. I would wake up and see the branches sparkling as light began to filter in against the icy blue sky. Then I'd wrap my blanket tighter against my skin and wonder what to do. I felt weighed down like the tree branches, crusted with snow. I hunkered down in my position at work all winter, and it was cozy for a long time. Now that it's spring I'm ready to make that move within my company, but I still feel wobbly with anticipation, as I stand on the brink. The landscape around us grows so much during the spring.
I still worry about the rate at which he's learning new things. I have to keep reminding myself that we're making progress. It may not seem like it when I'm comparing yesterday to today, but when I think about where we were last fall compared to now, I realize he is reading those phonics books with minimal help. We only have one month until summer. The closer it gets the more I dread the possibility he will begin to forget what he's learned while he's out of school.