H.W.
This might come across as super-obnoxious, probably, but here goes:
I am really very proud of my son and how we are raising him. I don't talk about it too much, esp. at his preschool, but it's almost like I can see his brain and imagination, his desire to learn more, growing on a daily basis. We have provided a pretty mellow home; our family activities are centered around nature, music, lots of good literature, discovery and lots of 'down time' for play.... and just letting him be his own person. We are pretty happy with the little person we are growing at home, happy with our decisions to do things a little differently than the popular culture and to give him time to be a child, to respect this time of his life. His imagination, his personality, his willingness to follow through with his responsibilities and even his way of playing with other children or talking to other adults and the feedback I get from his teachers-- all of this gives my heart comfort that we're doing okay. He's not perfect (no child is) and is a bit quirky in that he doesn't make a lot of eye contact, but I love his heart. He's just a really good kid.