Dear Samuel,
Last Thursday, you (and your school) invited your Daddy and me to come observe you work in your classroom. What a treat it was!
You began by showing us how you work with tracing a trapezoid with different colour pencils and them you moved on the a triangle. You carefully arranged your paper and materials. You showed us how we should trace two lines of the triangle and took notice when Daddy traced all three lines. While you were working one of the other boys in your class showed you his bandaid covered finger and you appropriately responded with empathy, telling him "it's ok". One of the older girls in your class approached your table while you were tracing and pointed out that you were not using the tile under your tracing correctly, you simply smiled at her and kept doing what you were doing before. I was so proud!
You then moved onto the Practical Life section of your classroom and started working on grinding coffee beans with a mortar and pestle (a skill we hope to put to use on the weekends!). You started by grinding one bean at a time, showing great care. After a few beans though, you poured all the beans into the mortar and tried to grind them all. The same girl who corrected your work earlier told you that you were only supposed to grind three beans, since you're three years old, but you kept going anyway with a little smirk telling us that you knew you were doing something you shouldn't have been going but you kept right on going.
We spent about an hour with you and you impressed me so much. you show such dedication and concentration on the task at hand, you work diligently, carefully and creatively showing empathy and marching to the beat of your own drummer.
You also had a big first this weekend, attending your first concert (aside from the jazz concerts at the sculpture garden). Tocayo and Regi invited you and Eduardo to Strike, Rattle and Roll at Roy Thompson Hall. The percussion focused concert for children was right up your alley and you loved it, until you fell asleep on my lap at the end (it was during your nap time after all). You tapped your hands, pretended to play the clarinet, looked for the "marimbas" and cymbals, and danced to the music. Your excitement was palpable, and once again you made me so proud.
You talk non-stop. Tonight as a delay tactic for bed time you asked Daddy a myriad of questions - "where does orange juice come from?", "what's the sun?", "where does light come from", etc. You want to go to Vancouver, Floria and California, and the beach. My favourite recent conversation with you started with love and ended with trains and planes:
Samuel: Mom, I love you.
Me: Samuel, yo te adoro (I adore you). Sabes to que es "adore" (do you know what adore means)
Samuel: Yes Mom, a door you open, you close it, the train has a door, the plane has a door. Let's go on th train, and the taxi and the airplane.
Samuel, I adoor (or adore) you!
XO
Mami