When my Little Man was a baby I was very worried about him. The only time he was happy was when he was lying flat across my lap. He was slow in reaching all his milestones, sitting, crawling (which he never managed to do, he was a bottom shuffler) walking and talking. He did not take his first steps until he was twenty two months old, and he still only babbled a couple of words by then.
He was slow and I was worried. Because of him not reaching his milestones he was offered a place at a preschool at just two years old. It was for two and a half days a week. I didn't want him to go, he seemed too young, but I'm so glad I did. Suddenly he was catchng up to other children his age. He went from toddling just a few steps to walking, running and jumping in no time at all. His vocabulary increased and he became much happier.
He is now at nursery school. Ironically he does less hours than he did at pre-school, but he's still coming along wonderfully. Even though he was often a little demon at home, at nursery he became a well behaved little man. He loves mixing with the other children and is, mostly, really friendly.
Last week I went to the school assembly to see my Little Man being presented with an award for working hard at learning how to write his name. He was such a good boy, listening carefully to instructions given, accepting his award with grace and then standing in line while the other children who had acheived an award joined him. The he went and sat down. Not bad at all for a three year old.
I was not allowed to take a photo of him accepting his award, and he hasn't brought it home yet because it's on the nursery wall for a couple of weeks. So instead I'm going to share a photo of the Little Man when he gradutated from pre-school.
As an August baby he's probably always going to be a little slower than the rest of his class, but he's a determined little fella now and a million miles away from that slow starter he was as a baby.
Congratualtions Little Man, mummy is really proud of you xxx