This morning, as we hung out on the bed before breakfast, my oldest wrote his name all by himself in one of those lined pads for learning your letters.
The letters were shaky, the N looked more like an M, but full of confidence and pride, my son leaned back and beamed, “Now I can write my name in the concrete!”
About a month ago or so when we got his end of the year status report from pre-school it said that he was still tracing his name, but not yet doing it on his own.
I have to replace some concrete on the corner of the house where I installed a short apron, so I told him, if he can learn to write his name, he can scratch it into the concrete when I’m done. I barely thought he was listening let alone paying attention, but it stuck with him.
This morning he wrote his own name, and he remembered.
And I am proud of him.
I guess now I have to get cracking on that concrete project.