14 months ago, I got a diagnosis. It was scary. I did not understand whether my son would make it with the regular kids. I still don’t know. I do know that Thursday, in the late afternoon, he ceremoniously graduated from “pre-school”, a tiny step on the educational ladder he must climb.
There are no grades here. No pass-fail issues. No requirements. But it is a structure with goals. A place where he has learned many skills. Sitting still for circle time. Cutting down on self-talk out loud. Preparing lots of art work involving, cutting, writing, and gluing.
I’m proud of every single piece of paper he’s brought home, showing me how he is able to express an understanding of the concepts being taught. His face always lights up when he shows me an art project from school but probably not near as much as mine lights up looking at it.
He has grown to love the preschool. No more tears when I say goodbye at the front door. He is off to do circle time with his ABA tutor! It’s a good thing. The ABA tutor prompts him when he loses attention or needs to respond.
When we arrived at the preschool for graduation, his teacher, basically, kicked me out of the room, so all the kids could get together, put their cap and gown on and get ready for the “program” outdoors. Since I was kicked out, I went outside to see the seating. It was empty and warm.
All the NT parents had started arriving just after I snapped this picture, so I found a place up front and sat down. Since my son’s senior tutor was with him, I was not worried at all. It was actually nice to have the few moments to myself.
It wasn’t long though, before the little kids all came out in their adorable cap and gowns. Well, everyone else had the cap and gown. My kid had the gown. I knew he’d refuse to keep that cap on his head!
Cap or no, he was a doll out there! Getting his “diploma”,
And the joy of watching them fly free!
It was hot and sunny out there where they sang and the little guy did not complain of the heat. He did fearlessly make it the whole time without wandering off completely or stripping naked, something else to be grateful for!
My little boy is just a tiny touch older and wiser now.
He’s a little graduate!