I went to Bambam's curriculum night last night. It is the last curriculum night I will ever attend.
Although on the severe end of the autism spectrum, Bambam attends our local neighborhood grade school where he is assigned to a typical 2nd grade classroom. It is his home room, where he starts and ends the day (when he's having a good day). It is where he attends (most) of the specials, ie: PE, music, art, library (again when he's having a good day). I applaud his school for their dedication to inclusion, we are so grateful for the community of acceptance they have created.
But in all honesty, Bambam spends at least 75% of his day with one of his aides in the learning resource center getting specialized instruction. Because while the other kids in his class are reading in groups, writing in their journals, or doing math worksheets; my son is learning to count to 20, the sounds of the letters, and how to write his name. That is, when they can get him to sit and focus for at least 5 minutes at a time.
Most days I'm good with this. Fact is, we've long since been down the 5 stages of grief road and have firmly landed on acceptance. We've accepted that Bambam is on his own time schedule, he will learn at his own pace. And he does continue to learn and we celebrate each and every one of his small victories.
But, that doesn't mean that there are no longer times when I have a small pity party. And as I sat in that curriculum night listening to his classroom teacher talk about the children leaning to borrow and carry over in their math skills and showed parents their writing journals, I was sitting there hoping that Bambam was having a productive pooping time for daddy so he could wear underwear to school the next day. And it hit me smack in the face yet again. Just how far the gap is between him and his typically developing peers. And it sucks. Sometimes it just sucks.
I cried all the way home. I was a mess the rest of the evening. I was grieving all over again. And really, I don't need that. It doesn't help anyone, least of all Bambam. And isn't that who this is all about?
So I decided I will not attend any more curriculum nights. And if a teacher or other parent thinks I'm "that" parent that doesn't show up or isn't involved, they will simply be wrong. What I am is "that" parent who will focus on what is right for her child.
