(But you haven’t.
You really haven’t.)
I know you’ll know how to reach me when the parentheses catch up with you and the strategies stop working and you are left with this spicy, brilliant boy, who will be rewriting the rules faster than you can learn them.
I wonder how much you may already know about Danny.
This will be his 3rd
year at this school and he doesn’t fade into the background easily.
I wonder if you are excited to have him in your class or if you are a little panicked about it.
I certainly wouldn’t blame you if you were…I panic sometimes when I take him to Target and all I’m trying to do is get out of there without him touching the bikes.
He is a handful no doubt about it and, even better, he is a handful that I am pressing right into your palms by requesting that he attend your school even though we don’t live in the neighborhood.
In these first days he will make your job harder.
He will make your days longer.
He will make your lessons less effective.
He will bring out the worst in his classmates. You will question at least once a day if he is really in the right class.
His Dad and I…we know this.
We’ve been down this road before.
I’d shove a flask for you in his brand new Mario backpack between the boxes of sharpened pencils if I didn’t think we’d get arrested.
This will be Danny’s 8th
First Day Of School (I count the summers, because he does) since he qualified for the county’s preschool when he was 3 years old. For
SpED parents, these First Days pale in comparison to the weight of eligibility determinations and IEP meetings.
We know better than to hang our hopes on an amazing First Day, or to believe that those 6 hours matter much at all in the long run.
We know that we don’t always make great first impressions.
We know that we have to give it time. We know that this partnership is unlikely to hit it its stride in the first sprint.
As we prepare for this next first, I want you to know that I get it and I am in your corner. I will read your emails, I will fill out the forms, I will come to the conferences and I will answer the questions. I will trust you. If you tell me about it, I will talk about what happens in the classroom at home so that Danny will know his Dad and I are serious about his relationship with school and with you. When you are frustrated, we will listen. When he is lost, we will help you find him.
I also want you to know that, though I only know your name, I am grateful for you.
I am grateful for the calling on your life and how it has caused our paths to cross in this moment.
Thank you for reading all those packets of paper that are always inconveniently stapled and double sided.
Thank you for writing sub plans for all of the meetings we are going to need you to attend; for writing emails in all caps when he blows us away and for speaking gently when the words are hard to hear.
Thank you for the breaths you will take to keep your cool when Danny’s calm explodes in tears and stims over something you can’t understand.
Thank you for listening to the journey.
Thank you for celebrating with us when he says something wonderful because you remember how I told you about those years with no words.
Thank you for acknowledging our history; for seeing that we what we have given Autism over the years is directly proportional to what we have been unwilling to let it take.
Thank you for understanding that I am not sorry – not the least bit sorry – for what Danny is going to bring into your class and into your life. Thank you for making a place for him in your class and for helping us make the most of this thin moment in the wide, general education, world.
He will make your job harder, but brighter.
He will make your days longer, but richer. He will bring out the worst in his classmates, and then you see them find compassion and friendship where they had first found only frustration.
He is one of a kind.
He is our world.
And he is so excited to meet you.