Being a Man

 He was 12 years old and in 6th grade... from September 2009

As I pulled out of the hospital parking lot, the teary voice coming through my cell phone said, "Mom, I had silent lunch today. I couldn't sit with my friends. The teacher warned me to stop talking at least 5 times but I couldn't stop, so I had silent lunch."

I still had 45 minutes of commute to clear my head from work, and needed time to think about my response. My mind was going in numerous directions: I was thrilled my Aspie son has a group of band buddies (he has friends!!!) to sit with at lunch. I was glad to learn the teacher's are being understanding yet not letting him get away with inappropriate behavior in class. And I was sad my son was upset yet proud of him for telling me what's going on in his life. All I said at that time was, "I love you honey, thank you for telling me what's going on. We'll talk about this when I get home."

After I got home and changed clothes I sat down with Robert. As he snuggled next to me, a thought crossed my mind: There won't be many more times he'll want to snuggle with me as he grows up... and I already miss the feel of him in my arms.

And thus came the inspiration for my answer. I waited while Robert relayed the days events to me then I asked him, "You know how you tell me you're ready to be grown up? Ready to make your own decisions? Ready to make the rules?" He nodded yes.

And I asked him, "You know how I tell you it's not time for you to make the rules? That you're still a kid and not a man yet?" He nodded yes.

I said, "Well let's talk about what a righteous man would do. A righteous man will face his challenges head-on, he will admit his mistakes, face the consequences of his actions, then move on and strive to do better. Can you do that?"

He quietly said, "Yes Mom, I can." He didn't try to argue with me, didn't try to tell me he was the victim, didn't sass me.

I think he took a small step towards being a man.

Life's a Dance

On the way to the band festival, Robert was full of excitement. He was going to be a helper! Conversation went from band chatter to a very solemn question about tonight's big event - his first school dance.

Yes, he's attending the Special Needs Prom at school tonight.
His question: "Do you think they'll have a waltz tonight? That's 1,2,3,4, isn't it?"
I told him they might play one but I really doubted it. I offered to help him with dance moves (he usually declines my offers) or watch some youtube videos.
He said, "No, I'll be ok."
Then he talked about seeing his friend, whom we'll call David, tonight. He and "David" have been buddies since 6th grade. "David" is a very tall young man, and as we know, Robert is not very tall. Together they look like Mutt & Jeff, but they've always looked out for each other. Robert would worry about David's grades, and David was a bit of protection for Robert.
Alas, this year, David has followed a different path at the high school and stays with the other students on the remediation hall, and Robert is advancing on a different path through school.
So, big happiness will come from their attending the dance together tonight. Robert told me, "David talked me into going to the prom."

...Fast forward to driving home after the festival.
Robert says, "Mom, I've got to be under my blanket for a while. It's a big day."

No problem, I'm thankful he recognizes his need to unwind. So, I turn on my computer and check messages.

I receive one from a friend who tells me: Robert has asked a young lady to the prom!
WHAT? I had no clue!

He has known this young lady a long time, and he knows she only likes him as a friend.
But still, he asked to the prom, YESTERDAY. And he never told me.
If it hadn't been for a dear friend's message, asking what the young lady should wear... I'd never have known!

This status update is long, so let me sum up and say:
I've cried many tears this afternoon.
Tears of sorrow for my son's social skills challenges.
Tears of thankfulness for friends who are kind and who love my son.
Tears as I think of those who are not so compassionate to my son.
Tears of gratefulness for a young lady's kind heart and christian love of a friend.
Tears of frustration because I didn't see this coming.
Tears of inadequacy because Robert said, "I didn't tell you because you're not a guy. We need a guy."
Tears of gratefulness -- for parents who are raising incredible young people.
Tears because there is still so much good in the world.
Tears because Kroger has corsages available at the last minute.
Tears because my son is growing up.

What a day.
I have to head to work and Grandma is coming over to pitch hit. She and Ryann will be taking pictures and keeping me updated.

Robert has learned he must always talk to Mom about these things, that he should have contacted the young lady's parents, that there are many things we should have done. He has had tears in his eyes. He didn't mean to cause a problem. He just wanted to go to the dance, and he wanted to ask his friend to go with him. He's still under his blanket.

I pray he has a good time tonight with his friends. I pray for many blessings for the young lady, and all the children attending the prom tonight. I pray Miss Clairol keeps making my shade of hair dye, because the grey continues to grow!
xoxo

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Life and Time often conspire against us, causing memories to be blurred and events forgotten. But as I review Robert's paperwork and reorganize his file, events are remembered. Combine the memories with recent events and I want to offer some reflections on our Special Ed journey.

I homeschooled both boys in their early years. The reasons I chose homeschooling were varied: Merrimack (NH) didn't have public kindergarten, both boys had delays, homeschooling gave us freedom and more time for bonding, they'd been rejected for early intervention in WA state (which I now know was illegal)... and I wasn't ready to trust the school system with my children.

But through Special Olympics, I met a wonderful lady who oversaw the sped program at Reed's Ferry Elementary in New Hampshire. One day she said to me, "Please let me have a chance with your son." And things went well. Not perfect, I didn't know how to get speech for Robert... but the school system put both boys on IEP's and Robert had OT, PT, and accommodations. (Ryann had speech and OT but no longer needs an IEP although he still struggles with auditory sensitivity). Unfortunately, despite a decent school system, my marriage was finally disintegrating. And I moved home to Virginia.

Although the small town to which I fled offered many positives, my sons were now at the mercy of a school system that didn't care... Don't get me wrong, there were some that tried, and some who fought the brave fight... but I was one woman, fighting a political machine. I remember the first IEP meeting... they'd lined up a dozen folks in a small classroom and I guess I was meant to be intimidated. Four hours later I called my best friend and said, "I'm going to be a while"... and for the next two years I learned how to fight the good fight. I joined the Sped Advisory Committee for the county, I pulled in a research team from Richmond... and again, while there are those who tried to help, their best efforts could not give my son what he needed.

Most of you know how I ended up in DeSoto County, MS. Their reputed public school autism program and the woman who loves our children, brought me here. And even though there are bumps along the way, I still say... we have it GOOD in DeSoto County. Robert has Speech (after 3 other states denied him), OT, Social Skills group, transportation accomodations, sensory diet, and other accommodations. My children are blossoming... and we are blessed.

But recently, someone said to me, "I want my IEP meeting to be peaceful". And heck, I sure agree with that statement. I'd like everything to be peaceful. But it doesn't work that way. Sometimes you have to be bold, you have to project an image... to get your children what they need.

When we first got to MS, we had an IEP meeting prior to Robert's admission to school. I think folks listened but they didn't "get it"... perhaps they needed to meet Robert, perhaps they were overburdened (God bless our teachers who are so very overworked and underpaid), perhaps they weren't used to a parent who participated in their child's education process, perhaps.... I had to prove myself.

I'm not sure what the exact answer was, but as I go through the documents in Robert's file, I see an email written about me which was written right after I got here, dtd 1-29-08 and states in part "...in her response below that she has other concerns she feels aren't being acknowledged. From this point on, I will only communicate with her in person with someone else or by phone with someone present." No doubt this was written because I'd been a bit outspoken, been pushing for services.

But even then, my concerns weren't taken into account as they should, when Robert was hit in the face in school, his glasses broken, and I rushed to the school on Feb 4th... to find my baby hurt and upset. Granted, Robert had acted out in the bathroom (and from his perspective he got in big trouble with me) but there should've been safeguards in place prior to the incident. I had asked for them, but it wasn't until this incident, that they were quickly put in place.

And to the school's credit, the other child was suspended. Yet I was told, "this isn't the first time he's tried these attention getting devices", and my response was, "Why didn't you tell me?" I suppose school personnel get so tired of parents not caring, and are overwhelmed by all that goes on, that sometimes things fall through the cracks. But they shouldn't and now it's a line item in his IEP... I will be contacted!

And so, my first contacts with school personnel in MS didn't endear me to anyone. I was bold, passionate, outspoken, and had reached my limits with schools. I wasn't anyone's friend. But I'm cool with that... I have friends. What I was, however, was Robert's Mom.

And can you believe it? The following line item is now in Robert's IEP:

Robert's mother is extremely supportive of his education and maintains great communication with his teachers and support staff. She provides academic and behavior support at home and is concerned for Robert's best educational environment."

Bless them!

Along this journey, I've met several people who would be happy if I dropped off the face of the earth. Not my problem. I've also met people who work hard for our children every day. Even if they aren't my friends, I admire them and am so thankful they are part of my child's life. And I've made a few friends who I love dearly... and thank for their passion and devotion to our children.

My intended message? Don't give up, don't worry about making friends, don't worry about keeping the peace. There may be times where you are your child's only advocate. Learn how to get your message across professionally, always back your position with data, learn how to negotiate, and learn when to speak up when it's needed. And never, ever, underestimate the power of prayer and the promise that Right will Prevail!