We are sitting on our seat and learning to focus
something that is very difficult for my son. He wants to do what he wants and it is a slow hard process for him or it will be. I have to be strong with him because if he doesn't learn to sit, it will create problems in his school life. The view through the window used to beckon me with unfailing regularity, as I sat at my desk attempting to learn. I still remember the black and yellow tiles and dark polished mahogany wood walls of the dining room where we had our school room. I had an old desk... Sign in to see full entry.