This week been a little bit of a tough one for me, for all of us really, but Riley mostly.
He had a few big things on, the first of which was a trip to the hospital for an ECG. We found out a few months ago that he had a heart murmur and had been waiting for an appointment at the children's heart clinic. Thankfully all went relatively smooth, well when it came to the test, he did put up quiet a bit of a fight, but nothing a bit of bribery couldn't fix! It is a painless test and results came back fairly good. He does have a murmur, a loud one, but not necessarily a bad one. The doctor suspects it to be an innocent, something he can live with, but would like to do more tests in about a year. Phew! So glad to get that over and done with, for now.

Then my little man had his first day of three year old kinder! {I told you big things were happening this week!} He was so excited and I think he was really ready to go. The drop off went fairly well, after the initial cry's 'take me home' and 'I don't want to stay', I set him up with some painting and made a speedy exit, no tears. On pick up, I spied him from the window, sitting on a mat with the other kids, while the teacher read to them, I could see he was listening intently and was completely drawn into the story. It was a beautiful sight to see, my big boy, sitting, listening, learning, someone else teaching him. My heart ached a little, a tear rolled from the corner of my eye, my boy is growing up, my baby, he is so ready for this, I just don't know if I am. Thankfully he was happy to report that he 'only cried for a little bit, then I stopped and played', 'I had so much fun Mama!', 'I love Love LOVE kinder' he proclaimed and I guess that it says it all really.
That afternoon, he really was the happiest I have seen him in a long time. He bounded around the backyard, pratalling on about what he had done. He was so proud of himself, as are we. He did a stellar job. And I am oh so impressed with how he coped, on both occasions. He surprised me even, with his bravery and his ability to handle each situation. I mean it was difficult, but he did it. He was so pleased with himself and I couldn't be happier.
I am happy and grateful, that this week is over, that we all dealt and coped with it all, as a family. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Happy weekend lovelies.
I'm linking up
Maxabella, what are you grateful for this week?