This morning, Big Boy Baby S asked me to give him wings and help him get to the moon.
More specifically, he wanted me to attach wings to his arms. Then he could bounce off of the trampoline and fly up to the moon!
He expressed a hugely abstract thought through his words, sounds and gestures. He beamed when I understood him. He laughed and grinned as I flew him "to the moon" on his little airplane.
A year ago, he wouldn't make eye contact. His smile was MIA. And now he's dreaming about flying off to space with wings, and being up in the sky in an airplane, and driving a big tractor.
He's a three-year-old boy and he can finally share his sweet visions and ideas with us. I love it.
Baby S, I can't get you to the moon, but if you still want to go there when you're big, I believe YOU can get you there! I love you, big guy! I'm so proud of you!