A brief update for you all:
Sometime shortly after I posted Monday morning’s blog, Maddie decided to go to school. It was about 11:00. She had missed half the day, but on the other hand, she would be GOING for half the day, so I was all for it.
After four and a half hours of struggling with her, I wasn’t exactly ecstatic, though. I was just exhausted by that point. I guess I was relieved, though.
So we got into the car and drove the 25 minutes to school. She expressed concern about what was going to happen when she arrived. “Is someone going to talk to me?” she wondered. I didn’t know the answer to that. I knew she had to check in at the office, but I really didn’t know anything beyond that. I suspect a discussion about her attendance is impending. She’s had enough unexcused absences to warrant concern. But I’m letting the cards fall where they may. That’s the main reason we moved her out of the private school, after all. I’m not going to interfere.
We had a pleasant ride to school. Might as well make the best of the remainder of our day, I figured.
We finally arrived, and when Maddie was just about to get out of the car, I had a realization.
“Maddie, I wish this morning had gone better,” I said, “but I’m proud of you for turning it around. I know that’s hard for you.”
I was so glad I both thought of that and said it out loud. She needed to hear it. Small victories, you know. Maybe the morning sucked, but the typical story is that she decides she’s not going to do something, and she’s stuck in that mindset. It’s frustrating as all get-out, but transitions are probably the most commonly difficult challenges for autistic kids. And she somehow transcended that challenge.
Maddie got it. She thanked me. She looked relieved. I knew she was probably nervous for what awaited her when she got to the office, but she picked up her backpack and held her head high as she said goodbye.
It really was a terrible morning, but sometimes it’s those challenging times that bring about the best moments. I remembered to praise her for what she did right (yay for me!), and she was proud of herself, too (yay for Maddie!). She did something almost impossible for her. And now we both know it’s not, in fact, impossible. It will still be hard for her to redirect herself, but as I always say to my kids, “It might be hard, but hard is okay. Is it impossible?” I ask that knowing, of course, that whatever is in question is NOT impossible.
I don’t know what’s in store for tomorrow, but I hope that whatever it is, I can find something to be thankful for.
The Year of Living Hopefully 