What a Difference a Year Makes
Last year at this time, on the first day of school, I drove Little Pickel to school to help him feel comfortable with his new school and teacher. We had just moved to our new home less than two weeks prior and he was still apprehensive about EVERYTHING.
Due to his Post Traumatic Stress and his Separation Anxiety he was not not wanting to leave my side. He screamed for over a half hour before we went to school because he knew he was going to have to go. He had met his teacher and liked her, he had ridden a bus the entire summer to camp and LOVED it. So why was he so scared?
We still have no idea.
But he screamed and cried and fought us for 2 months. I had to drive him to and from school for that long. But that wasn’t the hardest part. He did the same thing when he got to school. It actually got so bad at one point (because he is obsessive about directions and knows exactly how to get places) that he would start his fit when we turned onto the school’s street. So when he finally took the bus in October we breathed a long sigh of relief and I went back to bed for a few hours of quiet time.
This year was polar opposite. Yesterday we went to meet his new teacher. He was so excited about it that he did not sleep on Sunday night despite his sleep medication, clonidine. He was up from 2:30 until 5 and then slept from 5-6. (Of course we were too…)
He sat at breakfast chattering about his teacher, who was going to be “happy to see you”.
When we got to his new classroom he jumped right into the activity and did not want to leave. I had to remind him that he could come back tomorrow and that he was going to be able to take the bus. He talked about it the rest of the day…go school, see new teacher, have fun?, ride bus, teacher happy to see you?
So, this morning we waited for the bus, which never came. I ended up driving him to school. Thank goodness he was okay with this. I think he was just way too excited for school to care how he got there. When his aide came to get him he told me to go home and have a good day…after he gave ME a kiss goodbye.
Now isn’t that nice?
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