Sheep Update

Today I picked W up from his friend's house. The friend's mom, also my dear friend, whom I'll call Bella since she is Italian and beautiful (but too modest for her own good), said she had been talking with the two boys about their (Christian) preschool graduation celebration later this week.

"My guy likes to sing the sheep song while doing air guitar," she said. "W just watched him rock out. I asked him about not liking the sheep song. W said,'Well, my mom doesn't like it. She wants me to be me.'"

That pretty much makes all the fuss worth it, right? My son may be confused about believing everything he's told at school, and in fact he may not have minded the sheep song at all until I rushed to optimistically interpret his reluctance to sing it (probably mostly due to boredom) as a desperate fight for his own individuality. But, he certainly knows his mommy isn't afraid to (respectfully) "question the program" when it doesn't feel quite right. And I think he knows I would never support anyone telling him do do otherwise.

Be yourself. Be curious. Be strong. What other directives could we possibly want a preschooler to go into the world with?