Tomorrow Levi wakes up and he is five years old. It is amazing. He is amazing. This week he read his first sentence in a book he hadn't really seen before. He read a sentence from "Ten Apples up on top" and it is a very phonetic book. The words are all short and sound-out-able and it was just lovely to watch but it does signal the beginning of the end. It is the end of the innocent time when he isn't really influenced by the outside world's advertising and opinions. Once he can really read though I think that he is suddenly open to the barrage of influences that I have very little control over. In a way I am excited by what he will see in those influences as he has a great way of looking at life, but I am also nervous, that he sees too many of the nasty things out there that I can just ignore at the moment, because he can't read the newspaper, or billboards, or any other of the numerous random words that are out there.
I wonder where he will be in five more years. Certainly five years ago, I never anticipated that I would be here. In fact it would have been the last place that I would have expected to be. In five years Levi will be in Grade 5 and he will be one of the older kids in the school and not one of the youngest two children there. The youngest of all turns five in two weeks. Strange how the world turns.
I told him about the trip to Sydney today and now he has something else to count down to. Frankly I am counting down as well. I am in the middle of the Back to Basics course and have a bunch of young physios that I need to look after tomorrow and after that things will calm down a little. Then two weeks and then a three week break.....but who's counting
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