Ok I'm a Little Overprotective

Today was a big day for my little guy....and for me.  I let him walk into the school and to his classroom by himself.  He's 7 1/2 but comprehension wise, cognitive wise he is closer to 4 or 5.  Having a conversation with him sometimes is a little challenging...but he can read and he can write and spell so the school has a hard time knowing what exactly to do with him. Really? Ok that's another post for another time...my irritation with the school system.  He's in first grade this year and every morning I walk him to his classroom....every afternoon I pick him up at his classroom. Because sometimes going from point A to point B is challenging....and I'm a worrier. I have a hard time letting him out of my sight.

He was my preemie...4 1/2 weeks early... 5pounds 5ounces, teeny tiny in my arms. My two other kids that I gave birth to were over 8 pounds, so this was a huge difference.  From the very beginning I was overly protective. Even now he is tiny compared to my other kids. At the age 7 he is only the size that my 3 other kids were at the age of 4.  He's been seen by a geneticist and we still have to follow up to have genetic testing done.  I think we will be seeing specialists for a very long time.

Oh my goodness his personality is over the top. He has me, his dad, his brothers and sister completely wrapped around his finger.  He just wants to be friends with everyone at school. Everyday when I drop him off and pick him up someone new says "hi" to him..boys and girls...all ages. He's goofy and sweet and the light of my life....He can make me smile on the worst days, just by curling up next to me and giving me a hug. My walls show his creativity...mostly his bedroom. He's my only kid that draws (he still does it) on walls. I know it's bad but I let it go. Stuff like that doesn't make me crazy, walls can be painted.  It probably would have driven me nuts years ago...but with him...it's just different.  No my walls are not covered with scribbles...just a smiley face or a stick figure here and there.  He rarely gets upset...he's never thrown a temper tantrum he's always happy.

I worry about the future.  Will he be able to have a job?  Take care of himself?  I have so much to think about right now, that I honestly have never really stopped to think about these things very much.  I wonder how much longer kids will continue to be nice to him or if one year it will change to kids making fun of him.  As happy as he is he does get his feelings hurt.  So I take things a tiny step at a time with him... I will always be very protective of him...but I'm starting to let him do things little by little on his own. Two weeks ago I let him start getting school lunch and today I let him walk from the car into the school, to his classroom by himself....while I was parked outside of his classroom so I could see when he walked in.  I can't let go that easily....baby steps...for me and for him.