Making Progress.

A year ago, H had a "Thanksgiving" activity to do for preschool where we had to make a poster of what he was thankful for.

I kid you not, but the only thing my dear, sweet boy wanted to put on his poster was Batman.

Really.

And when we turned in the poster all decorated with only Batman written on it, I did contemplate throwing on a few extras like family, friends, food, a house, but didn't because it wouldn't have been his.

{Though I will say it was a tad bit embarrassing standing in the preschool pick up line seeing all these posters that said such great things to be thankful for and then seeing my son's with just Batman listed.}

Fast forward to this year, this afternoon we sat at the table. M, doing her math. H, doing his "I" homework and me, awaiting what things he'd say he's thankful for this year for his items on the class Thanksgiving wreath.

"Getting to be in the best class at my school...."
"My nice teachers...."
"My brother and my sisters...."

Long pause.

I was totally thinking Batman or some other superhero was about to come out of his mouth. {Which would have been ok cause we'd already made great improvements since last year!}

M, looks at H and taps on the window.

"Oh mom. This house we live in. It's such a good one. I am thanksgiving for this great home."

This is what I call making progress, friends.