No one told me that a child growing up was like pushing a snowball down a hill. It starts slow, then rolls faster and faster, packing on more information and independence as it goes.
No one told me how painful and exhilarating their growing up can be.
I'm so glad I didn't know.
Monday, Andrew tied his shoes for the first time.
Tuesday, he made me a peanut butter sandwich, all by himself. And he didn't make a total mess out of it.
Today, he's decided we need to call him "Drew". Not Andy, because that's a girl's name (i.e. the girl doll in Toy Story 2).
And there's still 4 more days to go. :(
We had a meeting with his teacher at preschool yesterday. The good news? He will not be running under an IEP into kindergarten next year. We expected that, but it was still great to get the official stamp of approval. His social development has come so far since he started into the program last October. Really, the only concern they have for him right now is his impulsiveness. And even that is approaching "normal" for his age. His teacher clearly enjoys dealing with him, and has some wonderful things to say about him - and that's awesome, since his kindergarten principal for next year was in that meeting.
Right now, Drew is handing me yet another home made card that says "Best Mommy, from Andrew", followed by many hearts.
I don't know that I'm the best, but I'm certainly the luckiest!