Max’s evaluation went really well. While he certainly has some “developmental delays”, he should have every opportunity to catch up. Or at least be pretty close. And then again, maybe he’ll need a lot of help forever. Who can say? He is going to go to a special preschool where he will hopefully learn to talk, take directions, and file taxes. It’s quite a program.
This experience with Max brings out new feelings and insecurities I never knew I had. I’ll admit that sometimes I hate hearing what somebody else’s three or even two year-old can say or do. I don’t have a list of things that Max really excels at, other than identifying Buzz Lightyear, and sometimes that makes me sad. I sit and hope that I have never gone on and on about Christian’s brightness, and as I type this, I know I probably have. I probably made somebody else feel bad. I’m so sorry if I did. I didn’t mean to, and I know that other proud parents don’t mean any harm to me. Here’s life teaching me once again to shut up.
Max has “developmental delays”, which may just be a politically correct word for what playground kids call “dumb”. And maybe he’ll be the valedictorian of his college class. It’s certainly too early to be sure, and nothing is ever for sure anyway. What I want for him more than anything else is happiness, and heaven knows he’s got plenty of that.
