How this boy got to be eleven years old I will never know. Eleven super speedy trips around the sun. I can't believe his growing independence and ever-increasing determination and 'voice'. He has a 'voice'; he has himself and now he shares himself with us.
He thoroughly enjoyed his chocolate cake.
This year he told me what he wanted for his birthday-such a change. I can even tell what he might like-hence the yoga cd and giant Twix bar I gave him. Doran is a big fan of what he calls 'Zen and spa music' and the boy just loves himself some Twix.
What a young man he is turning out to be despite autism and despite all of the "nevers".
Doran even likes a little girl in his class. I guess this is the age. He shows his affection by calling her "poopy head". Rude, but it seems on target for typical 5th grade boy behavior. We do have to help him refine his approach.
So yesterday, he was celebrated with chocolate cake with a blue balloon (Doran's request), his favorite music (BB King), gifts, kiwi, iced tea, birthday flowers picked out by Eden, hugs, inspiration and wonderment.
Happy Birthday my Sweet!
