Tomorrow this little guy will be a kindergartner.
I can tell he's excited...and very nervous.
I'd sort of discounted the nervous part because we've done this before. We'll, I've done this before...with my oldest son. But that's not the same thing. Then it hit me, how middle kids get lost in the shuffle of been-there-done-that or this-is-the-last-time-I'll-be-doing-this so let me make it special for the youngest. Oldest children get all the awards while the baby of the family gets all the love. What's left for the middle child?
We don't want to do that to him.
So I'm answering every question with great attention.
Giving weight to his every single one of his concerns.
The other day he asked, "Will everyone know I'm the little brother?"
I surely don't want him to get labeled younger brother or middle child. I want his light to shine big and bright. Never do I want his light to be diminished because he's standing in his big brother's shadow.
I told him I'm sure some will students will know who his older brother is.
"What matters is that you are the best you that you can be," I told him.
As a younger brother, I know he finds security in seeking approval and guidance from his big brother who's already been there and navigated what can look like scary waters to a five year old.
He's got his own path to ignite. He has a light in him that cannot and won't be dimmed....not on my watch. He needs to know that he can shine individually.
And I plan to fan his flame as best I can.