Breakfast was on the table, but the younger one was nowhere to be found. I knew he had woken up, but that was the last I’d seen of him. After looking in all his usual haunts, I finally found him- at the study, doing a word puzzle. I wanted to scream at him, but couldn’t bring myself to.
Eating on time is important, but can anything give a mother more pleasure than to watch her kid pick up a word puzzle without being asked to? He may not top the class in anything, but I’m happy he finds learning fun.