He couldn't be happier with this treasure. He's been drawing in it, writing in it (to the extent that he's able to), and has been a happy camper because of it. One of the first things he did with it was make a self-portrait, which he gave to me:
In the last couple of months, the triplets have gotten just enough older, just enough more mature, and just enough more cognitively aware, that J has discovered that they are actually pretty fun to play with. He'll help them build trains, or towers with legos, he'll chase them around giggling, he'll put on a show for them, push them on their tricycles - it's endless. And beautiful.
So this morning, he was running around like a maniac, chasing the triplets around the dining room and living room, and popping out to surprise them and they were giggling like maniacs - so delighted for the attention from big brother. I called J into the kitchen to help get his lunch together and he came running in breathless.
"I love playing with the triplets, Eema."
"I love that you love playing with them now. I'm glad you're having fun!"
"Oh, it's SO much fun to play with them! You should try it sometime!"
I stifled my giggle, because he was quite serious and I sensed that laughing at him right then would not go over well, but there he was - all sweetness and innocence. The portrait of perfect contentment. He's right, of course. We could all stand to play more with our kids - and enjoy this time while we have it. I'm sure he didn't mean anything that profound, but it really is true - I may not have learned everything I needed to know in Kindergarten, but this kindergartner (now a rising 1st grader) has taught me a lot about perspective.