Kindergarten....all ok....

Lochie went from being an adorable one year old, to my constant shadow until he went to kindergarten.  With two older brothers, Lochie was outgoing, friendly and tough.  He had no attachment to a blanket, dummy, toy or anything....welll, nothing except needing to constantly be holding my hair and rubbing it on his face. 
We had been through a tough time that first year, and had survived. 
When his brothers were at school, we spent our time visiting friends, going to babyshows, going roller skating with his cousin James and spending time with his nanna.  It was a  lovely time and there was never an inkling that anything may not be totally perfect.
He was small for his age and very cute.  Extremely good at any ball sport he played, particularly soccer and football, facing each situation with a fierce determination to win. 
Unlike most other kids, he enjoyed watching documentaries of history, animals, places, anything really.  He liked some cartoons, but got bored quickly of shows that usually kept kids entertained for hours like Sesame Street. 
One day, my eldest son, Trent was doing some practice for a quiz and I asked him the question "Who was the first man on the moon?"
Lochie come flying out of the next room and said "Stretch Armstrong!"  We laughed but the answer was pretty close considering he was only 4.  I began thinking I had a gifted child after that when he answered all the Grade 2 quiz questions correctly. 

At last it was time for Lochie to go to kinder.  I had to get him a specially made uniform because he was so tiny.  His outgoing personality and gorgeous looks made him a popular member of the group with teachers and other kids.  His self-esteem grew.  He was one of the best in his soccer team, and the most popular kid at kinder.  He was a really happy little boy with a huge smile. 

One day, when I was the Kinder Duty Mum, I noticed that Lochie was struggling whilst trying to cut out a shape from paper.  He was really handling the scissors awkwardly.  The Helper was assisting him but he was holding the scissors still and trying to manove the paper around....I cant really explain it but it certainly looked awkward.  He switched hands and it still didnt work.  In the end, Lochie screwed up the paper and went outside.  He looked really unhappy.  The thing he was cutting out was to make a special card for Grandparents day the following week. 

I spoke to him on the way home.  He cried and said that it was too hard he couldn't do it.  I explained that sometimes things aren't easy and we have to try again and again and practice to make it work.  He said, "I just couldn't do it".  

I spoke to the Kinder Teacher the following day. She said that Lochie avoids painting, drawing or cutting usually but he really wanted to make the special thing for his Nanna.  She said that it wasn't an issue or anything, but Lochie also couldnt write his name and that was a little behind the other kids.  Hm, I thought.  Odd because he was so quick at everything else, but, oh well, you can't be good at everything. 

At the end of the kinder year, Lochie's teacher said that he would benefit from repeating the year because he was a little behind with writing and cutting etc.  But, due to his advanced social skills, this would impact dramatically on his self esteem so he happily progressed off to school with all of his friends. 

When I remember that year, I almost get tears.  The first few years were full of happy times, no stress, just fun.  All the boys played together well, they are all best mates.  None of them had any worries. 

The next year, when Lochie started school, all his troubles began.