He was having trouble holding a pencil, writing, sitting in a position that didn’t look like a contortionist, and pronouncing 98% of the letters in the alphabet.
She recommended therapy.
I guess I sort of went into denial about that statement because it felt like all my therapy eggs were in the Happy Baby’s basket – if that makes any sense whatsoever.
So I brushed it off and sort of just thought it would get better with time.
Then May came and his teacher asked to meet with us again to discuss the Happy Buddy’s progress.
And I knew what was coming.
I knew we were going to be encouraged to keep our boy in preschool one more year.
At first we were a little bummed because I knew how excited the Happy Buddy was about going to kindergarten across the street at the ‘big kid school’.
But then the more we thought about it, the more we realized how great it was going to be to not have all that big kid school pressure (I hear there’s homework over there. And spelling tests. And toilets that were designed for actual people instead of elves. And possibly no more Show-and-Tell.).
He’d get another year to play in pretend kitchens and sand tables.
He’d get another year to mature socially (which is a nicer way of saying that he needs to learn to keep his hands to himself and stop throwing mulch at the girls on the playground).
He’d get the chance to be the oldest in the class instead of the youngest.
He’s get another year of pasting and cutting and working with pencils.
He’d get another year to just have fun and be a little kid.
We parents are always in such a hurry to get our kid to the next milestone.
And it seems that the Lord is constantly teaching me to stop obsessing over the milestones and embrace my children for who He created them to be.
And they were definitely created to be on something a little different than all those national averages.
WHICH IS PERFECTLY OK.
Besides, it’s one more year where my little boy gets to live under my roof where we do glow stick baths and family dance parties and Crash Piles and Jesus Kisses and brownie baking and GRACE and forgiveness and kindness and love before he graduates high school and ventures off into the world.
And to this mama, that sounds like a pretty sweet deal.
– Julie 🙂