One of the best things about having friends with kids that are older than Simon is that they kind of offer a preview of what our future looks like. Thanks to Facebook, we get a play-by-play.
For example, our dear friends and cruise-mates in Chicago have two little girls, the oldest of which is reading in front of her class for the first time. Another friend that I went to school has a teenager now going to football games. Sure, these are moments that every parent will have, but these are friends of mine, my peers. It means we're next.
I have a lot of anxiety around Simon's developmental delays, if that wasn't completely obvious. But it still seems pretty inevitable that he's going to read to a class and go to a football game too. It's just weird to think about it. Right now he's a preschooler, and he just today, for the first time, went upstairs and got his pajamas on without either one of us being there. They seem like such minor milestones, but they're not.
This morning, Simon crawled up into our bed when his clock turned green (it's an alarm clock in that sense). Diana was already in the shower, but he cuddled under the covers with me. When Mom came out of the bathroom, he said, "Sorry Mom, I'm sleepin'!" That was pretty cute. Those moments won't happen for very much longer.