The strangest thing happened today. I managed to hang out with L and get some writing done – albeit in my shorthand and on scrap pieces of paper lying at the bottom of my bag.
I discovered a small cafe near the local library. What’s great about it is that there’s a corner with old children’s toys. They’re dirty and not very exciting, but because we don’t have those toys at home…it’s all new to L. He kept himself amused for nearly 2 hours with blocks and foam numbers…he didn’t seek my company and was content just to build and explore.
We were supposed to be at playgroup but I gave him an option and he chose the library.
I know some people think it’s strange that I give him options…either…or…neither…nor… But he has likes and dislikes, and playgroup is not school. I’m not going to let him wag school. Hopefully I put him in a school that he gets a lot out of…
I sometimes worry about him not having enough contact with other kids. Not sometimes…all the times. But he seems to like older kids at the moment. He would have liked to have had a big sister I think.