A Good Week

I found myself this evening sat on the grass in my mum and dads back garden, as I had called round and nobody was home. It was so quiet - just the birds singing (cliche I know - but true!). It’s not often I get time like this to myself so I savoured the moment (just missing a nice pink gin!) and was thinking of all the things that Little C has overcome this past week.  

It’s been a really good week! Last weekend Little C managed both a short car journey and a hair cut. We even managed a treat afterwards in a little cafe opposite the barbers. This is HUGE and these moments are so special. Moments and events that most people probably wouldn’t think twice about. 

The outing didn’t go without a few hiccups though and we very nearly had to walk home. But with a lot of patience and encouragement he was able to get back in Auntie S’s car for the drive home (and didn’t throw up - bonus!)

Then in the week he went into school.. twice! Just an hour each time, only in the playground, and with Little C’s Dad staying too. But this is after months of not going at all. It must have taken him so much courage and trust to go back through those school gates.

He looks so gorgeous with his new hair cut and freckles that the sun has brought out. But he screams ‘don’t look at me!’ when he catches me watching him. Who would believe that the little angel-faced boy in the photographs would have such extreme and volatile behaviour? But I just can’t stop looking at him; thinking of how brave he is having to face so many fears, every single day, at just 6 years old.