Monday, August 26, 2013
The skies dark, cloudy and grey.
Rain falling ever so slightly.
Just enough to make it really feel like a real Autumn day. Just like I remember them to be growing up back in Southern Illinois. Those dark mornings, wet and drizzly down at the bus stop, waiting for my first day of school.
He was so excited to get to school today. But this year is different, no more school bus to wait on, no more silly morning chats on the front porch.
We kept him in private school.
He pointed out every school bus he saw on the drive to school today.
Not once did he ask to ride one, but instead asked for his teacher.
He adores his teacher. She treats him with kindness and greets him with big hugs and sometimes even a kiss on the cheek. They have a bond that he has never had with any other teacher. She told me today that he has been placed in her heart and she started crying a bit. This is what we desperately need more of in schools. Teachers willing to take on children with special needs and treat them with gentle hands and kind words. Making sure they feel as much as part of the class as all the other children do.
He wakes up asking for his teacher and if it is time to go to school.
He races downstairs to grab his backpack, yelling come on mom!!
This is something he never did at his old school. I can only hope that how he is treated now in school will give him the love and strength to go everyday and face his challenges with a smile.