There's something super awesome about not caring about that stuff anymore. As I filled out the seven hundred and fifty million questions about my kid, Daddy and I couldn't help but laugh. "When you say 'seven, two', does your child repeat the sequence back to you?". Ummm, no. He looked at me like I was from Mars as if to say, "Mom, you are so wrong. It's seven, eight". "When you look in the mirror and say 'Where's Mr. Pants?', does your child point to his image in the mirror?". Ummmm, no. He points to his car and says, "CAR!".
"When you ask your child, 'Are you a boy or a girl', does he respond correctly". Bwahahaha! Um, no. He stared at me blankly and proclaimed himself a robot. And on and on and on.
But he has taught us something that I now will apply to his entire life. He taught me to trust him. He taught me to stop being such an adult and just let go of his reins a bit. That he had a plan. And I can see his plan so clearly now. His plan is to just be himself. With an astounding amount of confidence. To saunter around and do his thing. And you know what? Things are happening for him. He's made a friend. A kid his age that he chose to be his friend. A little boy at school. Apparently they've been considering friendship for seven months now. Watching each other. Studying each other. And recently they took the big step of becoming friends. And now they can not be seperated. I can not even express what that does to me. It makes my face hurt from smiling about it. There was a time when I was unsure that he could make friends outside of his family (and his best friend cousin, A). But as it turns out, I just had to let him do his thing. And he is most definitely doing his thing.
Saunter on, little man. Saunter on. Mama and Daddy are cheering for you. Now go show that psychologist how it's done in your world. I have a feeling she's gonna get a kick out of you. It's kind of impossible not to.