Caleb has been at his school for three weeks now and he seems to really like it. Last week, he started riding the bus to his special day class two days a week. He seems particularly excited about that. I found out that a friend from church is actually his bus driver in the mornings, which makes me feel better about it.
I feel like Caleb's life is sort of driving itself at this point because I have had to let so much go. I can't believe that I'm the mom whose four-year-old gets on a bus twice a day. I've never even met some of his teachers. I don't even think I can articulate how I feel about all this, or even if I DO actually have feelings about it. He seems to be happy and navigating everything well. I guess I feel like I SHOULD be more worried, but I'm not. Maybe I finally learned that it's okay not to be in charge?? Nah.
Regardless, his speech improves every day. He's learning. He's growing. He has lots of time to play with the neighbor kids, riding his scooter in the cul-de-sac and jumping on the trampoline until it's too dark to see. Maybe that's all you need when you're four.
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