Presume Competence

We've adopted a new philosophy. Mr. Fixit and I decided in a fit of proactive parenting that we were going to presume competence from now on with Bambam. We have always been very cautious with him. Sheltering him. Understandably so. But time and time again, he shows us that he is capable and can do so much more than we expect. It may not be the way we assume it will go; it most often is in his own way, in his own time. But he is capable none the less. 

By sheltering him I think we've been holding him back. Unintentionally. And really with his best interest at heart. We do not want him to get hurt, physically, emotionally, or mentally. I used to think it was hard to send Miracle Boy out into the world, but sending Bambam with his special needs adds a whole new level to hard. It is gut wrenching, anxiety producing terror. I loose sleep at night, I can't concentrate at work kind of anxiety.

But, in keeping with out new philosophy, we signed Bambam up for a few day camps this summer. The first one had a bit of a rocky start (see It was Good...Until it Wasn't) but really ended up being great. Bambam had a lot of fun and his aid was an amazing young college student. We were feeling confident. Presume Competence indeed!

Week 2 was a different camp. This one is run by the local university, on campus. It is a bigger camp. More kids, more leaders, more chaos. Again I talked to the director, we made a plan. We were ready to go. Until we got to check in on Monday morning.

They didn't have any of his information...not even his name. Not to mention the list of special needs and accommodations. Um what??? There were tons of kids, tons of leaders all mulling around. Someone takes us to another table where they look in a new place for his information. Nothing. All the while Bambam's grip on my hand is getting tighter and tighter, he is nudging closer and closer to me. Presume competence.

Finally we find someone who knows about him. She gets down on her knees and talks to Bambam: asks his name, where he goes to school, promises to get him a name tag by snack time. And she takes us to find his group. Bambam's grip is getting tighter yet. I wonder if any blood is reaching my fingers. Presume competence.

We find his group and I ask to talk to whomever is going to stay with him all morning. They stare at me blankly. Usually the kids are handed off from one activity to another (3 of them in the morning) each with different leaders. Not a formula that will work for Bambam, he needs some sort of consistency. Presuming competence is one thing, throwing all caution to the wind and providing him with no supports at all is unacceptable. I finally convinced one of the young leaders (Stormy or Sporty or something. At that point I was almost ready to flee with my child from this crazy place, I didn't really catch her camp name) to stay with him through all the activities. Bambam found a place for his backpack and reluctantly let go of my hand, following Sporty into the gym. Presume competence.

I fought tears on my way to work. I sent Mr. Fixit this text: I do not have high hopes for this. In fact, I'm very nervous leaving him there. Lots of kids and chaos. He was squeezing my hand really, really hard. To which he answered: I was awake all night worried about it. Presume competence.

An hour later I texted: Well he's been there an hour and I haven't received a phone call yet. That's good, right? To which he said: Unless they lost him. Presume competence.

A little later I texted: One hour to go. My stomach is in knots. To which he answered: I'm going 30 minutes early to find him. Presume Competence.

A text from Mr. Fixit: I'm at the pick up area, just waiting for him. 18 minutes before pickup time. My response: OK, let me know how it went as soon as you can. Presume competence.

Finally: He's fine. They said he did fine. Lots of watching, but he's happy. Presume Competence.

He did it! In his own way, watching; but he did it. He didn't get lost, there were no meltdowns, or tears, or accidents, or calls to mom. And as the week progresses and he gets more comfortable, there will be more participation and less watching. All in his own time. Presume competence.

Presuming competence may be good for Bambam, but it just might kill me. At the very least it will turn my hair completely grey and give me an ulcer. I know in my heart of hearts that in order for him to grow we must give him opportunities to learn, sometimes even nudge him along the the path to his full potential. But honestly, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Presume competence. It sounds great, has a nice ring to it. But I think there may be days when I hate those 2 words.