I’m kind of a jumble of emotions today. The child psychiatrist appointment went well in that I loved the doctor and connected with her. She asked lots of great questions and paid attention and gave me a big squishy hug at the end. I’m still processing the insights she had and our next steps. It’s a lot to take in. It’s just a lot, all of it is a lot.
With his surgery on Monday and preschool starting up as soon as he’s recovered, I’m pretty much a buzzing satellite of FREAKOUT hovering in orbit around him.
“Are you crying AGAIN,” he asked me today, shaking his head ruefully. “Just remember when I gave my brother the Dora DVD when he fell down.”
Instead of chewing on all of this like a stale wad of angst-gum, I filmed him in the middle of an hour-long animal-toy-arranging festival. In between bouts of squeezing, he took some time to explain some of his animal identification rules and some helpful tips regarding dangerous predators.
The more you know, man.
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