Now in our second year of life in the AIM school, the differences in my boy, the happiness and expression he’s been able to find, make my heart sing. This is my boy who, before the intense therapy and dedication of his team of OT and PT teachers, could not figure out how to hold a crayon. This is the boy who popping bubbles would make him crazy. This is the child who knocked my teeth lose and cracked my nose because he couldn’t stop himself from violently rocking. Look at that happy face… Look at the accomplishment- Not only can he write his name, but he takes great delight and joy in coloring pictures from his imagination.
He leaves little puzzles all over the house for me. If there is a pattern to be made, or found, he’s all over it. You can tell Abby has messed with these, as they are slightly askew. Recently I introduced Scrabble, and despite him not reading yet, he adores it. The squares, the tiles, the neat letters, the gridded board- it all appeals to his sense of pattern and order. His tiles are always perfectly lined up on his stand, and if he gets a combination he likes, he doesn’t like messing it up and placing it on the board. And that’s fine with me, but tends to make my more tyrannical child a little nuts.
He also has discovered photography, and takes great glee in finding my camera and loading up about 100 pictures at a time like this.
And today? Today, after two solid years of work, he wore “flappy” pants to school. And, he did it without my even coaxing- he went to his closet, grabbed a pair of pants, and put them on, all while explaining a Lego project to me in great detail. My eyes teared up as I watched him, careful to keep my interest on his words, but privately celebrating this milestone. Oh, the small things that make a mama’s heart sing…
Flappy Pants are any pants not having elastic/sweatband edges or are not leggings.