We saw such milestones this summer. Not in speech, or coordination, or strength, but in happiness, in risk-taking, in socialization. The summer DID go horribly right, and now my stomach hurts and I'm not sleeping because I'm worried about what comes next.
Some of the best news of the summer was that Evan learned to swim underwater and to jump in the deep end (this skill is less than a week old). These were HUGE accomplishments, because his fear of the water would literally paralyze him. From a safety perspective, we had to push him continually through his discomfort, and we couldn't have done this without his swim instructor from Swim Angelfish; if you aren't familiar with this organization and are a parent of a child with special needs, look them up - you won't be sorry. Now that he can jump in over his head and successfully swim, we will put him in regular clothes and shoes to be sure he can still do it; this is an incredibly important skill, which may seem silly to some, but the change in sensory input and extra weight of the clothing could negate Evan's ability to safely get himself out of a dangerous situation. Anyway, here is a picture of him swimming underwater:
We didn't do as many things as I would have liked this summer (my reference is the days when he was little, and I could drag him anywhere with the girls without complaint...it wasn't easy, but he was little and so it was doable), but we did what he could handle; unfortunately, that meant skipping some of the things on my girls' summer bucket list, like the beach (which he can't tolerate because of the sand). He did tolerate a trip yesterday to the zoo, an item on his older sister's bucket list and he did very well. He does continue to fatigue quite easily, and I do have to carry him on occasion; he is getting so tall that I'm not sure how long I can continue to do this, but on the bright side I find that if he is wearing his headphones, I don't get any disapproving stares from passerby's, which I appreciate.
A few more random pics from our summer:
Evan not mini-golfing.
Evan not eating ice cream with everyone else.
So, with such a big summer, am I premature in my worry for the school year? Maybe. However, Evan has mentioned some things that have raised my haunches, including the fact that his stomach hurt on his recent tour of the school (and his only question was where the nurses office was located), that he only trusts his school "2%", and that he's not sure he's going to eat because "I only trust the school 2%". Here's to hoping that I'm pleasantly surprised, again.
Farewell, summer of 2017 - it's been a good one.