Riley went to school today. She started 7th grade at a small private school designed for kids with high functioning autism. She has a dream of going to high school (she thinks it will be like Glee), and in order for her to go to high school we all agree that she should get back in the game of a structured school setting for middle school.
We think she is ready. We hope we’re right.
Seth is staying home one more year for health reasons. We think sending him to school is like dipping him in a strep cocktail. And as if to give me some sort of validation, he woke yesterday with a very sore throat. We will continue to work on boosting his immune system this year. As much as I would prefer both kids be in school, I am really jazzed about having a year of one-on-one with the boy whose issues have often played second fiddle to more pressing concerns. I know I won’t regret taking this time with him. It will be strange for these two kiddos to be apart so many hours per day. I think it will be good for them though.
Seth and I have had a lovely day, even though his throat is sore. We got groceries. Went to the library. Started a new “boy” heavy book series Artemis Fowl. Walked the Chihuahua. He did an art project. He’s already showered. I rubbed his feet. Later he’ll do math with his dad.
We have had a very challenging August. I have a zillion things vying for attention in my brain to write about. They’ll show up here, bit by bit, as I get back into the swing of things.
Right now, Todd will be on his way to pick Riley up at school on his drive home from work. I am cautiously optimistic. I know if it doesn’t work out, it isn’t the end of the world. I didn’t know that when she was three. I didn’t know that when she was 10.
Right now I’m watching the clock. Waiting. Hoping she’s smiling when she walks in the door. Hoping what we all hope, that our children will thrive.
* Update. She came through the door. Seth said, “How was school?” She said, “Awesome!”