Peanut One has always been a bit slow to warm up. Even at 6 months old, when I gathered with other mom friends, he just wanted to sit in my lap. No wriggling, no rolling, no crawling - he just wanted to watch from a safe space.
As I find myself doing, I often fell into the FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE mode, thinking, worrying, fretting that he would be this way FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.
Now that he is older, I realize the grain of truth in it all. He won't be the most outgoing kid when he first meets people, but he'll make it work.
(Hello . . . apple not falling far from the tree here. . .)
Yet, whenever I see him making in-roads with his social skills I get a little proud and teary eyed.
After play school today, he saw a group of kids running around outside. Instead of sticking with me and heading to the car, Peanut One ran after them calling out and engaging in their play. I watched with joy as he made his own way in the group.
When I called him to go, he pushed my proud-oh-meter even further up by heading over to one of the boys to say good-bye.
Unfortunately the boy didn't respond.
Strangely he must not have heard Peanut One wave good-bye behind his back.
'What will my social butterfly do next?' I wondered.
Need I be suprised?
He promptly head-butted him and ran away.
Oh so proud.
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