From Daddy: Yesterday morning, Robert declared to me, “Daddy, I’m right and you’re wrong: Venus and Mars are sister planets.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are. I’m right and you’re wrong.”
“Is Mars much smaller than Venus?”
“Is Venus about the same size as Earth?”
“Then why are Venus and Mars sister planets?”
“I don’t know.”
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This morning, driving him to school, he asked, “Where is Mommy from?”
“Well, Mommy was born in Southern California in a city called Santa Monica. For a lot of years as a girl, she lived close to where Nana Jeannie lived. Or where Nana Jeannie lives.” [Who knows where she is now.] “Then she moved into the house that Grandma and Granddad live. Then she went to college. Then she and I met and we’ve been together.”
“In San Francisco.”
“First we were in a city called Berkeley for a while, but now we are in San Francisco.”
“I grew up in San Francisco.”
“Well, you are growing up in San Francisco.”
“That’s what I said.” He paused. “You too?”
“Yeah. Me too.”
* * *
I think that it’s a bit scary that Robert shares a school with big kids like fifth-graders, let alone middle-schoolers. They are so much bigger than he is. He is easily scared. What if they pick on him?
* * *
After we parked down the street from school, I hustled Robert to the sidewalk. While I locked the car, he started trotting toward school. I trailed behind him, at first ten feet away, then fifteen feet, etc., as he lengthened the distance between us.
A woman walking past him smiled; I’m not sure if she smiled because he is cute, because of the amusement of my pursuing him, or because of her cell phone conversation.
I made it to the schoolyard shortly after he turned the corner into it (I knew that he was safe because I know the configuration of the school). By then, he was close to the entry of the school building. He entered the building as a boy and a girl were leaving. The boy had him leave the building and asked him to wait for his dad. These kids were middle-schoolers that volunteer to help out in the before school care program. I thanked them each as I caught up.
Sometimes, it’s not so scary after all.