Summer officially began this morning. I put Henry in the stroller and we walked down to the lake. The heat downtown (all three blocks of it) was stifling, even by the lake side. But once we got to the playground and kiddie beach past the Smallville Bay, there was a fresh breeze and it was really lovely. There were a couple moms and a couple grandmas there, and we all chatted a bit while watching our kids eat dirt and clamor up and down the play equipment.
Henry has grown bolder, and will now attempt to climb any ladder or climb-y thing -- and he succeeds most of the time. What his therapists call his "motor planning skills" are improving. He's still quite behind his peers, but he is making steady progress in all areas. There are days when I still feel discouraged by his autism/delays/whatever-it-is but those days are fewer. Yes, I worry about the future. But that is just wasted energy. We can't know what will happen, how he will fare, if he will be "caught up" by kindergarten time.
For now, I'm focusing on talking to him and playing with him, on keeping him from isolating himself, and on making him laugh as often as possible. Not hard to do -- he is a funny little guy who enjoys all kinds of jokes, funny faces, rough-housing, and slapstick humor. I've turned into the Fourth Stooge. And he loves it.
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