Sometimes I use those stalling tactics on myself, hoping that just one day everything will work itself out. Everything that Peter struggles with or has yet to even try mastering. He just began second grade and there's still so far to go. From sight words to reading full text and from Velcro to shoe laces. From stranger danger to memorizing our phone number. And I guess we'll just have to wait until next year to work on swimming again.
For now, I'll celebrate the small milestones like eating his first sandwich, ham and mayo with the crusts removed, and telling me that his school day was "super good" instead of hearing that he went to the clinic to try and come home. My oldest son always jokes with me about the SunTrust commercial about planning retirement for three. I can't think beyond the here and now. Plus, who knows what the future holds? One day, we'll see. That's good enough to stall me.