Brownness

School

Zyan began his Montessori Journey almost a month, and already we are seeing the positive impact going there has had on him. I will be frank, I was a bit taken aback when he asked me to not help him pull up his pants after using the bathroom. The first few days were extremely difficult as this was the first time we left him with strangers although that I am grateful both my wife and I have large families and Zyan already experienced a huge network. I am sure that exposure allowed him to handle this new situation much more rapidly than if we had been just around us two. I now know that feeling of wanting to keep Zyan tear free at the first moment of discomfort, but swallowing that pain allowed him to grow.

Each attendance at the school brings new pleasure. The length of his sentences, the smiles, the interactions, the warmth inside our hearts watching him learn new things. It has not been without stress which was mostly self-inflicted as we both also learn to adapt to this new reality. In developing a new routine for him, we did not anticipate that it would also mean changes for us which in hindsight should have been obvious. However, all of this has led to genuine pleasure in experiencing Zyan.

One of my new habits is to constantly check the school App as they provide image updates on Zyans day. It makes us feel connected as we are able to see his day progress. The smile that comes when we see him participate, play or simply eat. It makes for a pleasant day with each update, and some anxiety for me as I truly wish for him to have stress free days. I know its my own anxiety talking, and each new day he puts me at ease that he is learning, and becoming comfortable around those who are not family or familiar. I look forward to the day he runs out of our hands with no fuss, but I also dread that day a bit because it means he perhaps needs us less.

Those are my own battles and ones Zyan does not need to face.

Brownness

First Train

One of the main joys of my life is introducing Zyan to new experiences that hopefully form a strong foundation of childhood memories for him. That and the fact they feel new to him strongly motivates me to keep find things for us to do. After many months, we were finally able to take him from the Artic Station in Anaheim to San Juan Capistrano. If you haven’t taken a train from the Anaheim station, you are in for a treat. Its a beautiful piece of architecture, and long escalators that Zyan absolutely adored. While we barely made it on time, slight train delay allowed us to take breath and take in the sights of Zyan’s first train station. The pick was strategic as my friends at Crossfit informed me that the train station in San Juan is next to a historic district with a park, restaurants and cafes all within walking distance, meaning there would no need for a car seat.

Watching Zyan’s widened gaze as the train approached made my heart flutter, and the smile on my wifes face even broader. As we climbed aboard, he immediately got on the chair to peer out of the large bay windows. The 40 minute train ride went by fast, and we both agreed that next time we would leave in the morning as one of the main limitations for riding on the weekends are the limited times for departures and arrivals which I admit I spent far too much time stressing over. Because once we arrived, we managed to a great place to eat, but the dessert was Zyan meeting another boy at the nearby park and running around with him. The father then informed us about the next time we take the train to take it all the way to San Clemente as the train rides next to the beach and drops off you next to the pier! And just like that, we had had future train ride planned.

One of my goals is to do all the things that I didnt get to do when I was younger, but through no fault of my parents. Mom and Papa did what they could but providing for 3 kids in a new country meant that they spent a whole of time navigating on ensuring there was a roof over our heads. But to be fair, we also had plenty of things we did with others, and gatherings such as picnics, house dinners, music, laughter, dancing, all the things I wish to impart onto Zyan hopefully with a wider net. The train also meant a chance to see it through my son’s gaze, and it transformed from a form of a transportation to a great way to explore Southern California. I, for one, cannot wait for our next ride!