Emily had a great time with her school mate. They had all sorts of fun outside. I think that Emily maybe have had more fun with her friend's brother. He had a lot of the same toys that Emily has and also a pet tortoise. We were going to get a guinea pig for Em's birthday but I think she wants a tortoise now. I'm happy with that. I always wanted one when I was a kid.
This playdate was such a huge milestone for Emily. When she was younger I worried about her so much. Specialists thought that Emily might be autistic or have other social problems. She was very much afraid of kids her age and would scream if any approached her. Last year we dealt with extreme separation anxiety. It was becoming crippling to her social development. If you had told me then that Emily would willingly go to a classmates house and have a good time I would never have believed it.
When Emily started Kindergarten I had told myself that I would be happy if she could leave my side and go to school without tears. When that happened I worried whether or not her classmates would accept her. I didn't want her to be the outcast. Her medicine has caused her to gain excessive weight. She is on an extremely strict diet but will be pudgy until she is off of her medicine. Jeremy and I have weighed our decision about this and have decided that it's better for her to be overweight and functioning than skinny and in a prison of fear. I wasn't sure how she would be received by her peers. Turns out that Emily is one of the more popular kids in Kinder and has branched out to make friends with kids that are in the other K classes also.
When this playdate was brought up I was excited that Emily would have a new playmate but worried as to whether or not she could handle it. Jeremy is the one who takes Emily to school and picks her up. Yesterday he went to say goodbye to Emily and help her get into her friends car to go to their home. When he came back home I was half hoping that he'd have Emily by his side, telling me that she wanted to come home instead. He walked in the door alone and with tears in his eyes. We both cried together.
We cried, not just because our little girl was growing up, but because our little girl is just another kid doing what other little kids do. No more therapy, no more delays, no more quirks that keep her from doing things that are fun, no more fears, no more tears. Just normal. I'll take normal any day of the week.