Friday morning Robby and I visited his classroom for the final time so that I could retrieve all of the items I had loaned the teacher throughout the year. Our "quick trip" turned into a morning project. I lent more than I realized throughout the course of the school year; it took me four trips to take everything home!
In the afternoon we
went to visit his school for next year because the Principal sent us an
invitation to the end of the year picnic celebration. I thought that
this was the perfect opportunity to begin to acclimate Robby to the new
school and hopefully introduce him to many of his classmates for next
year. I was optimistic that seeing the new school and meeting his
teacher would go a long way to squelch the anxieties which I am sure
will manifest as September approaches.
Robby and I were both
nervous as we prepared to go to the picnic. He was worried that his new
teacher wouldn't be nice, and I was apprehensive about mingling with the
parents. Although I realize it is absurd and that I shouldn't care what
people think, I was concerned about being ostracized because of my
prosthesis. Together, Robby and I gathered our courage, put on clean
clothes and headed to the new school picnic.
Although we were
nervous during the drive, we quickly became comfortable. Robby's teacher
met us in the parking lot, took him by the hand and showed him the
school. I could see Scared Robby morph into my typical little boy as he
spent more time with his teacher. It was comforting seeing their
interactions, and I had a sense of peace that I had made a good choice
for Robby. I loved watching him smile broadly when his new teacher
revealed that she also likes cats and turtles.
As Robby was being
introduced to many of his new classmates, I spotted a little girl with a
limb loss. Imagine the irony! Last year I was asked to disguise my
disability, and now he is going to be enrolled in a school with an
amputee child. Robby was delighted to see her prosthesis and, although
they didn't have a chance to connect because of the commotion, he was
excited to see her and has been chatting nonstop about meeting her.
both left the school excited about the placement for next year. Robby
is looking forward to spending time in the cool classroom (which happens
to be painted his favorite color of yellow), and I was thrilled to
witness the laid back and comfortable exchanges between the parents and
the staff. Everybody whom I met reaffirmed that this was a great school
and that Robby would thrive. I don't want to rush through the summer,
but I know that when September comes, Robby and I will both be ready to
tackle the new school. And if we aren't I'll just refer to this blog to
remind me that it is a good change!