Today is B's last day of daycare/preschool. I was sad just walking in there this morning. Over the last year and a half I feel like I've been the one that's made friends. They have been my allies. They've listened to me vent. They have helped B improve his skills. They care about him and us as a unit. That's how it's supposed to work, right? I feel that these women aren't there to just collect paychecks. They really have invested in each child.
Tomorrow starts our real journey into public school. No more preschool without grades. It's the big league now. I know that I'm more nervous than B is. In fact, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't even realize that this is the beginning of the next 13 years of his life. He just knows that his school is a fun place. Filled with distractions before the bus comes to get him or Mommy arrives in the car rider line.
I'm really hoping that these new people will bond with him..the way that his daycare did. I don't expect them to love him as much as if they were his own. But I want them to want him to succeed. I want them to want more for him..to achieve new independence. I know I'm hoping for a lot here.
So please keep us in your prayers that the next week goes well. We still have a lot of new transitions: 2 new therapists, new therapy appointment times (which means a change in my work schedule), and possibly adding medication into the mix in the future.
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