A good day.

Today was a good day.  I find that my opinion of a good day is strongly affected by Zsuzsa.  What made today so awesome?  We went to the school’s open house this evening and we spoke to several of her teachers.  The art, gym, and music teachers have all known her more than 3 years now.  So has her guidance counselor.  Her new teacher has known her for just 3 weeks, but he got to review her file and meet with her teacher from 2nd grade to better prepare himself.

I’ve talked to other parents of children with an Autism spectrum disorder.  One thing we can all agree on, going to the school is scary.  Your mind starts to race and you prepare for the worst.  The traditional conversation at these events has always gone, “She’s a sweet, smart girl, but…”  After the ‘but’ I hear about the stumbling blocks that interfere with her day-to-day life at school. Thankfully, these very dedicated professionals have worked closely with me and Stephen to develop techniques that work to make things easier for her, for them, and for us.  We’ve been very fortunate to have these people in our daughter’s life.

Unfortunately, the ‘but’ worries me.  With an impending sense of doom, I attend these big school events.  I didn’t need to worry today.  Every one of her teachers had very complimentary things to say.  They all said one thing I have longed to hear since she first started in Kindergarten.  ”She’s been doing very well.”  That’s it.  There was no ‘but’ to taint the compliment.  The staff that she’s worked with since day one all agreed she’s made huge strides since last year.  Her new teacher is using techniques with her that were started last year and is having excellent results.  Does every minute of every day go perfectly?  Of course not.  Is she handling the minor bumps in the road with an appropriate emotional response?  Definitely!

Way to go, Zsuzsa!  We are very proud of you!

First day of school 2012

This morning was an exciting day in our house.  It was the first day of 3rd grade.  I felt a guilty as I got ready to go to work.  I hate missing that first day of school.  I enjoy getting her all dressed up and taking her picture.  Her dad managed to get pictures for me, but it’s just not the same as being there.

Missing the morning means I was eager to come home and find out how her day went.  I asked her to describe her day in one word.  Her response, “Fantastic!”  I then asked her why was it fantastic.  ”Because we didn’t have math. I was worried it would be hard and so I wanted to do that later.”  How’s that for an honest assessment?  I even got a real answer when I asked her what she did at school today. (An assembly to meet the new principal and some reading.)

All in all, she’s happy, healthy, and in one piece.  She survived the chaos.  That’s the most I can hope for after one day of school.

 

Ready for the bus.

It’ll be a great year!