My baby is growing up. It’s funny because I wanted to put a sad face after that sentence and that surprises me. I spend a lot of time struggling with bad behvior and teaching him things he may or may not want to learn while trying to fit fun activities in between all of the school and various groups or therapies he has scheduled. Sometimes I forget to take a deep breath and soak it all in. I love this age. Gage is 3 1/2 and just finished his first year at the integrated preschool at our public school. He had great teachers, made some friends, learned new skills and he loved it. It was sad for me to know that he would miss his teachers this summer.
He’s grown up so much this year and I am so proud of him. Lots of kids his age have spent the last year playing and spending time with mom, dad or grandma, and Gage has had to carve out more time for learning. Some of that is just my fear of him falling behind, but a lot of it is because everything I read about kids on the spectrum tells me that it’s what he needs to be doing to thrive. But there are days when I know he doesn’t spend enough time just hanging out with mom so I am looking forward to more time with my kid this summer. Sort of. Soon he starts a six week camp at his old school, but I’m pretty sure that it’s three hours of mostly pool, playground, and fun time. Oh, the life of a busy three year old!