Right before your eyes.
I rememebr the picture at the top. That day was a stunningly beautiful day at the Jersey shore. Jack was four. His t-shirt was from Bloom Early day care. He is just gorgeous, that mouth, those eyes, his bleach blonde hair. He had also been thrown out of two daycares that summer. yeah sounds funny, but truly a nightmare. He was sooo aggressive that he was hurting other kids everyday. Tantrums, hitting, kicking, punching, screaming. He also didnt speak a the time. At least not in sentences. He could use single or possibly two words to communicate and that is where his frustration came from. He had already spent two years at Wyoming Valley Childrens Association and was making great progress. But we werent there yet. I think if we look back on the blog there is an entry about this day. He would wander off, Run down the beach not look back. He tried talking to other people but they had no idea what he w...