My little boy, the one that completed our family and gave me the redheaded child that I always wanted, turned 7 today. I’m very glad he’s in our lives. He’s funny and smart, loves Dr. Seuss and the Blue Footed Booby Bird from the Galápagos Islands (he saw it on Big Word Club app) that was available on his Samsung Kids tablet.
He’s still also pretty grumpy at times and things he likes one day, he dislikes the next. He’s tough most of the time. I haven’t talked very much about his last school year, but his two teachers and his para were incredible and he had a good year. We love our local public school (which I will never identify because of privacy) and it helped that I knew his teachers and para very well, as my older kids were in their classes before. Plus he really seems to get along with his older sister and brother now (when he’s not destroying all their stuff). Life with Sky is never boring! He’s also reading now and loves it.
While I don’t really like to share his issues (as my husband asked me not to) S has come a long way. He still may never be able to go to traditional camps and activities with larger groups (we didn’t even try to send him to camp this year – he was politely asked to leave after going for several days last summer). He spent time with our babysitter this summer and for the most part, it went pretty well. G adores him and he adores G, but sometimes he gets rude.
This is a kid who I was told had an IQ of 40 when he was 3– they were so wrong. He got 104 on almost math test this year. I was hit hard last summer when I was given a diagnosis and while I don’t 100% believe what they said was up with him – there are parts of it I can’t deny. Hopefully, he can outgrow some of the issues and learn how to manage some of them better. It’s a learning process and I am hoping that we can figure out more options for him to become a happier kid. But whatever they say he has doesn’t define him as a person – he’s still the sweet and loving kid we adore (well, 1/2 of the time).
So, Happy Birthday, Dear Skylar. We love you.