We've barely begun to get our feet wet into our 'official' homeschooling journey (Dale will be kindergarten age this fall) and already we have heard more times than I care to count about "socialization".
Now... I could go into all of our views and beliefs on this topic, but not today.
No, today I am simply going to tell you what I observed this afternoon.
Dale and I went to the library to turn in his latest Summer Reading Books. While we were there, a former employee of my mom's (Mimi is the library director) stopped by for a visit. This mid-twenties, friendly lady came in (with her miniature schnauzer - shhh!) to visit with my mom for a few minutes. It was the first time Dale had seen her in a year or two, so he didn't remember her, or even know that she was someone he should recognize. But that didn't slow him down any.
In the course of the conversation, Dale:
- told her all about his favorite racecar (Lightening McQueen)
- asked how old her dog was, and when she (the dog) was born
- said, "You should put my mama's cell phone number in your cell phone and call her sometime and come visit us when we are in Dallas" (meaning when we are at Children's)
- asked what color her recently purchased wedding dress is (Dale hasn't been to many weddings, lol)
- offered for her to come visit Mimi so her dog could play with Mimi's dogs, and even gave a house description and street
My sweet Dale is like this every. where. we. go.
The doctors & nurses at Children's? Talks to them all. (Now the clowns that come by to entertain every couple of days... not such a big fan of them, but then, neither am I!)
On the playground? At our last visit to RMH, two little girls came out to play after Dale and some other kids had been there a while. The other kids didn't seem to notice them, but Dale jumped up from what he was doing and said, "Welcome! Welcome my friends!" Self-appointed playground greeter!
Church? Well, this Sunday Dale shook the hand of every male over the age of 16 and wished them a "Happy Father's Day!". Even told a couple of women to "be sure and tell your husband happy father's day".
Is this prompted by us?
Are we worried about his social skills?
Well ... what do you think?