1 week, 5 days
IT Boy just completed day 5 of school. It’s out of order, but I’m counting it as a week. And a success.
We had a couple of painful moments when the staff didn’t realize that his busing had not started yet, and they put him in line for the bus. Realizing I was upstairs waiting for him in the designated room, they would take him off line and bring him up. This disappointed Boy, and he would invariably be crying by the time he reached me. I was the only parent to face a crying child in that room, as I probably would also have been the only one who had a crying child because he wanted to ride the bus.
On Monday, the dream was realized when the bus pulled up to the house to pick him up. Upon seeing the bus, he started flapping with joy. He was a little apprehensive when buckled, but he soon got over it when BobBob was there to soothe him.
According to the staff in his classroom, he is adjusting nicely. Today was his first OT session at school, and I am curious to see how that went.
Many people have been asking about the boy, assuming he was going to the school we originally planned to send him to. Others are surprised when they hear he’s going 5 mornings a week. I’m very quick to explain that we made the decision to send him to a school for children with speech and developmental delays. I’m not sure why I must throw that out to everyone I meet. It’s sort of like the guy I work with who for a time, always found himself inserting into every sentence that he was gay. “As a gay man, I find that ad to be offensive.” “As a gay man, it’s not easy to travel without people thinking you’re married.” Sometimes it was less relevant a statement, but it was always there. “As a gay man, the weather has been getting a bit chillier in the morning.”
I want it out there. I want people to know.
I’m doing it because I want people to understand that IT Boy is what a kid with speech and developmental delays looks like. If he’s not so scary, and you care about him, you must care about others like him.
I’m doing it to show people that I care about my son, and my husband and I will do what it takes to get him the care he needs.
I’m doing it to say that I will advocate for and fight for my son, whatever the cause may be.
I’m doing it to show how proud I am of him and the progress that he has made, and that I couldn’t love him anymore than I already do.
And that it’s all going to be all right.