And I remembered everything without ever taking notes.
I stayed up late and didn’t worry about the next day. Or the future.
I never worried about money or saving all of my sick time to use for someone other than myself.
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And I remembered everything without ever taking notes.
I stayed up late and didn’t worry about the next day. Or the future.
I never worried about money or saving all of my sick time to use for someone other than myself.
Almost every time that I have ignored a negative behavior and prompted a student or a customer to the desired outcome — I have received an apology without ever asking for one.
Being a mom seemed so social and I never worried about being isolated.
But then we were.
I left last year’s conference feeling confident that my child would be okay. That she would flourish there.
But Kindergarten conferences went differently.
But since Kindergarten started, I realized that maybe I approached this wrong. It isn’t going so well and it feels like we are starting all over again as I watch two years of progress fade away into darkness.
I helped kids make little ghosts with glue and cotton balls and they all followed directions and listened, even Ally. Several kids wanted me to know that Ally isn’t nice to them or her teacher and asked me why doesn’t she like anyone?
“Why is so mean?” a little girl wanted to know.
I overheard two parents complaining about the associated costs to their district to send a child with a disability to an out of district school. They were obviously involved with their local board of education. And they clearly didn’t realize they were in the company of a special needs mom. Why should a child whoContinue reading “A Typical Child Wants, a Special Education Student Needs”
Her entire life is impacted by something people can barely see and some days she can put on a good show, and others she fails at pretending to be typical.
If you are a working parent to typical children, please try to understand what this is like before you complain about our kids or judge us. Imagine that your child’s after school program was shut down as of tomorrow and your school district won’t bus them anywhere else other than your home. Imagine you have one day to figure this out and no family to help you. What do you do? How do you feel?
That is what it feels like to be an autism working mom. Like a revolving door that just keeps swinging and you can’t keep up.
I’m not sure what you are going to hear about my child but I am sure you will hear something.
I hope they remember to tell you about the good stuff.
Like how she made your child laugh when they were crying.
Or how she colored a portrait just for them.
But they might only remember to tell you that she cried or screamed today.
That she did something out of the ordinary.