School gets out for the summer in fifteen minutes, but my son is already home.
He has been here an hour and is sleeping in a ball on the couch.
He looks small, uncomfortable, sweet…defeated.
The aide said he hasn’t been himself today, but I think the opposite may actually be true.
He is the same as ever, but school is different.
There are last minute parties, girls in white dresses and boys in first ties.
There are proud parents everywhere and an entire class toting pillows for a special movie hour.
There was an all-school picnic, another assembly, a shorter recess and a field trip to the park.
Morning announcements were canceled for graduation and there was less structure to the schedule.
There is a buzz in the air this week.
Everyone is excited.
Everyone, except my kid.
He is the same as ever, completely himself, completely overwhelmed by multiple changes to his routine.
The school nurse called me in early to take him home.
I had just finished assembling twelve little tokens of appreciation for the office staff – a bag of M&Ms, a picture of the boy and a teeny note of thanks tied with a pretty ribbon.
It was all I had time and money to do this year, but I was pleased with myself for getting it done.
Then the phone call.
I took the M&Ms with me, but I couldn’t stay to see them to their intended recipients.
I made twelve. I handed out six. 😐 Sigh.
The boy is stirring on the couch now.
Time to assess the damage done to his demeanor by all these extraordinary things.
It might be a very long afternoon.
Thank goodness there are so many extra M&Ms.