Good things

Tonight was curriculum night at my darling daughter's special needs preschool. It was pretty neat. She actually touched flubber and play-doh, (which is a bigger thing sensory wise than it looks in print.) She also wrote her name on an easel, (as opposed to tracing her name) which means I'll be digging our easel out of the garage for more artsy goodness.

In the gross motor skills gym, there were neat things like scooters, and tops that she sat in and rolled/spun around, and a treadle walker/wheeler thingy that could make some real speed. Who thinks of these things? (Neat, nerdy people who understand my child's deep need to go round and round, obviously.)

I asked if classes did things together (not so much) because every teacher knew my daughter's name (without nametags). She's evidently very friendly on the playground. Boundaries, boundaries, mustn't kiss all the boys you like, sweetie. At least wait until high school...or marriage....

But in all seriousness, everyone did know every child's name, and my daughter smiled and interacted with everyone. She was so proud and excited to go to school again this evening. It's a happy place for her.

So many neat activities, and great people. I walked away once again very pleased with where my daughter is right now, and reflect on how much she has grown in the year she has been there.