My son is different. He is unlike other boys his age. You can’t necessarily tell it by looking at him. But, I can often see it in his eyes, his behavior, his questions.

Here’s one example. Recently, I told O we were going to the park, for a birthday party. Most nearly five-year old boys would likely react to this news by jumping up and down with excitement, screaming, “yay!” or “wahoo!”

Instead of either of those things, my son asked, “What does the park look like, mommy?”

I have come to expect these questions. Yet, they still catch me by surprise. …continue reading

I came to visit you today. My mom came with me…and she stayed. I know that one day she won’t be able to stay. But, for now, when we visit, she can stay with me.

When we got to kindergarten, I met my teacher, Mrs. S. She liked that I wore my panther shirt. I’m glad my mom asked me about wearing it. Mrs. S was happy to see me. I could tell by her smile and her eyes. We have been talking about emotions at my school. Emotions mean how you feel. I am learning how to know what people are feeling just by looking at them.

When I saw all the stuff in kindergarten, I was surprised. I saw words on the wall, and I got to read them to my mom. I saw some toys, too. Like trains…those are my favorite. I also saw toys for building. One of the boys was playing Starfall on the computer. I love Starfall!

My mom and I walked around the classroom. I held her hand. My hands felt funny, so I needed to do something with them. With one hand I held my mom’s and the other I put into a fist and touched my nails with my fingers. It helped me feel better. …continue reading