Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin is going to be 4 years old next week.
I know, right?! He not even a toddler anymore. He’s a little boy. I mean, look at this kid.
It doesn’t feel like it was that long ago that I was evicting this kid from my uterus. If you want to read all about it, you can click riiight here. It’s a long blog post. It’s not as long as J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Hobbit,” but I bet Peter Jackson could get two movies out of it.
He is such a great kid. I’m so proud of him. He is very sweet and affectionate. He’s got a great sense of humor. He’s working really hard with his speech therapist and his specialists. He is talking more and more. He’s making more eye contact. He’s participating more. He is improving so much every day. Suck on that, autism.
At preschool, they had a little project where they asked the children questions and made a little “All About Me” poster. I love Calvin’s poster so much. I had to share it. I’m sorry if that makes me a mommy blogging asshole. I’ve accepted my fate. [hands you a business card that says, Sonia Mansfield/Mommy Blogging Asshole]
Can you guess my favorite part? Look closer.
When he grows up he wants to be Calvin.
I’m sure his fellow students listed superheroes, doctors, scientists or maybe animals, because hey, they’re in preschool. In preschool, if you asked me what I wanted to be I’m sure I would have said, “Cowboy.” Not “cowgirl” by the way. I would have said “cowboy.” Toddler Sonia was sexist as hell.
Calvin just wants to be Calvin. Good answer, kid.
I saw the poster, and I read it out loud to Calvin and hugged him. One of the teachers overheard me: “I love that answer. We should all want to be ourselves when we grow up.”
“I’m so glad he didn’t say another name. That would have been weird,” I replied.