Best friends

Not one day goes by when Izzy isn't driving me spare asking, "I want to see Thomas". Most of the time is whining, sometimes it is crying, uncontrollable crying. Like the crying of a love sick teenager, pining for the love of her life, who hasn't called or seen for a week.

Thomas is the boy next door, hmmmm, yes, the boy next door. Apparently he's the same, and gets out of bed in the morning wanting to see Izzy. Who knows how long this will go on for?

What I do realise is by the time they get to highschool, primary school even, the relationship may have changed. Different groups and friends. They will be going to the same kindy, but different primary schools. Thomas the catholic school and Izzy the state school. Will highschool have them not talking to each other as they pass with their respective friends. I hope not, probable though.

It's just cute watching their relationship at the moment. Watching them walk hand in hand down the driveway. I wonder what age he will no longer be prepared to risk girl germs and not want to hold her hand. Will she be dissappointed or will she be just as dubious of boy germs. 

I would have to say that at the moment he would have to be her best friend. Although she may have other ideas, every kid she knows, at some time or rather, is her 'best friend' right now. Even the ones she doesn't know, like the random little girl behind us in the checkout today, Izzy declared "She's my best friend". I didn't know her from a bar of soap, neither did Izzy. 

I'm glad she has friends, and we have neighbours with kids of the same round about age. I'm glad we get out and about to different things were we interact with other kids. Both the girls love going to the library for Rhyme Time every week, kindergym and playgroup, and then there is the mothers group get togethers.

I didn't do the mothers group thing years ago with Jake, I'm not even sure there was such a thing back then. If there was I wish I had of been involved, I always wonder if that would have helped him come out of his shell, but with aspergers sometimes their shell is their favourite most comfortable place. Who knows, it doesn't help to dwell on the what ifs.....