My children go to a Homeschool Co-op group once a week, and Lydia was acting especially nervous about the first day. She was very quiet as we were talking about it and kind of stared at her shoes while she sat in the chair in our living room between her mother and me. Finally, she looked up and softly said, “Mom, could you maybe come sit with me in my class this week?” Her mother sensed the girl’s timidity and gently bent down to meet her daughter’s wandering gaze. “Probably, but… why? What worries you about class?” She shrugged unconvincingly. “Nothing really… Well,” she took a deep breath. “Alright. I just don’t like the get-to-know-you question thing at the beginning of class. I get…