I realized the other day I’ve reached a point in this school year I’m able to take good days with Little Man for granted. I no longer hold my phone anxiously in my hand the entire 6.5 hours he’s at school. I don’t cringe when my phone rings. Emails from his special ed teacher don’t give me anxiety. He’s in a good place. He has good friends. He’s in class more than he’s out of it. He even participated in a full session of PE, willingly. Can I get an amen?
I love this place. It’s freeing. I’m trying to enjoy the heck of it, because, well, we know how this dance goes, right?
We have 5 weeks and two days left in the school year, minus Memorial Day and the Friday after their last day. That’s 25 school days…TWENTY-FIVE!!!! Five plus weeks of racing to the finish line, complete with Open House, sports banquets, awards ceremonies, and project presentations. It will be busy.
A new routine is looming, followed by a year with a new teacher, in a new classroom. Out-of-the-norm activities, extra-business, coming routine change….those add up to anxiety for Little Man, which leads to wheels breaking down, if not falling off. I’m trying to not think about that possibility. I’m trying to just relax in this good place we’re in. It’s hard to do when we’ve been down this particular road so many times before, and the same thing has happened every single year. It’s a delicate balance of living in the moment, and preparing for what’s to come.
That’s where we are. Some part of me can’t help hoping maybe this time, the end of the school year will be different, less fraught. Hang on for the ride, my friends. This is life in our autism-land.