Santi’s school was teaching the importance of traffic rules. Each child brought their bike, scooter or skateboard to ride.
It occurred to me, looking back at previous posts, that I don’t write as often as I should about our Santiago.
We made the move to Peru primarily because of Adriana’s positive response to therapy here in Lima.
But of course, it’s a wonderful opportunity for both our kids to experience living in the country that raised their mother.
As with Adriana, Santiago loves being here.
And as is usually the case with most kids, Santi is spared from the typical parental stress points like jobs (or lack thereof) and paying bills.
Then, there are the not-so-typical stress points like moving halfway across the world to start a new life.
Both our kids have handled it very well.
Santi doesn’t need much or ask for a whole lot. Mostly, he asks for cookies, or peaches or pears from the local market down the street.
Santi on his new bunkbed
He’s constantly asking for food.
Or, he’ll ask to watch Transformers. “Just this morning, daddy, while you make my egg,” he’ll plead.
He goes to preschool next door (literally). The school’s front door is about 10 paces from our front door.
He can sleep as late as 8:00 to make it to school by 8:30 formation. Although recently, his teacher, Ms. Angela, asked that he be at school by 8:00, so the latest he can sleep now is 7:30 or so.
That will all change next year when he enters grade school. He’ll be attending Carmelitas, which is where his mom and aunts and uncles went when they were kids. As the crow flies, it’s not that far, but with Lima’s snail-like traffic, it could literally take 45 minutes if we don’t plan correctly.
It’ll be an adjustment.
Some poor kids are on buses by 6:30 to make it to school by 8:00.
As for preschool, Santi’s teacher says great things about him. He has the occasional bad day where he won’t listen or wait his turn (what kid doesn’t), but overall he’s doing well and enjoys being with his friends at school.
Santi singing along with the music teacher
Santi’s playing soccer now. He seems to enjoy it, although he gets distracted or bored from time to time. I wish I had knowledge to pass on to him, but I’m clueless in this area. Whereas every other Peruvian kid was born with a soccer ball in his crib.
I think he’d much rather be swimming, but that will come soon with summer right around the corner.
We also have him in a theater class, which he enjoys very much.
Every once in a while, Santi will mention Colorado and our life in the states. “I miss Luna (our dog),” he’ll say, out of the blue.
“Hopefully, we can go visit soon,” is our typical response.
Then, he’ll go back to asking for a piece of ham or some cereal.
Unlike his father, Santi is not shy about striking up a conversation with just about anyone. He has friends up and down the street.
Santi singing for the grandparents
Each neighborhood has a security guard, and Santi will shout, “hola amigo!” as he rides by on his scooter.
The ice cream vendors know where we live because Santi shouts after them when they ride by on their bikes.
He’s also not shy about putting people in their place. When we ride bikes, he’s quick to tell someone she shouldn’t be walking in the bike lane.
I’m amazed at his lack of fear, sometimes.
I don’t know if I was like that when I was his age. I’ll have to ask my mom.
All I know is I hope I can be like him one day…..fearless and worry free!