His Parent/Teacher conference was this Monday, and his teacher had nothing but positive things to say about his transition into school. He loves books and has a couple favorite reading spots in the room where he goes to stim and "read" with them - similar to what he does at home. His therapists say that when he grabs a book it usually means he is done with sitting still and needs to unwind from the lesson. He is getting better with doing tasks (putting blocks in a container, taking them out) for longer bursts of time too. There is a smartboard in his class that he really likes, so they are thinking that they want to work with him on the iPad as his communication tool in the classroom.
His private therapy lessons have continued at home too - he gets PT and OT once a week before school. It makes Wednesday and Thursday mornings very intense for me, because I am trying to juggle getting the therapist anything she needs, taking care of Vegas, and getting Little Man's school bag ready. Sometimes I have to drag Little Man out of bed if he's been up all morning and fallen back to sleep. Or I have to rush him into a quick shower if he peed through his diaper or (ughhh) took it off during the night. Then later I usually have to remind the therapist that we need to book it out of the door for him to catch the bus. Today was the first day we were nearly late - as we walked out the door with the therapist to our "bus stop" (the end of the driveway) I saw the bus making its way down our road. Despite the hectic mornings though I think his private therapy is too valuable for him to stop, and with him not getting home until 4:30 in the afternoon it has to be mornings.
|Getting ready to leave for school! Shoes off for the car ride (this was pre-bus)|
|Hubs and Little Man walking home from the "bus stop"|
If I am being totally honest though, my favorite part of Little Man starting school is seeing him mature into a "big boy". I thought that would be the hardest part for me, with his special needs he has always been my baby, even as I watched him mature physically. But now every morning instead of staying in his special jammies, I get to pick out a "big kid" outfit. He takes his Ninja Turtle backpack to the end of the driveway where he waits like a big kid for the bus. And then he climbs the stairs holding the rails and his para's hand, and walks confidently onto the bus - he doesn't even look back anymore.
Alright. It might be my favorite part, but writing that made me tear up a little. My baby is in there somewhere you know...