XANDER IS STARTING SCHOOL!
The way it works here is that when a child has been diagnosed with a severe delay they can potentially receive funding for up to 2 years of preschool. Before Xander even received his Autism diagnosis he was diagnosed with a mild expressive and severe receptive language delay. Essentially that means that he can speak, but has zero clue what he or we mean when we speak to him without some serious visual support. It also means that he requires some extra support to reach his potential, and a preschool program is a big part of that!
It didn’t take me long to find the PERFECT school for him. It’s one of the many programs that are run in a brand new building built specifically for kids like mine to get the services they need. Xander goes to the same place for respite and preschool, and his OT, SLP, CSW and others are all based out of the same building which means less change and anxiety for my guy!
Plus? I’m pretty sure I’m in love with the entire staff.
Xander has come so far since the beginning of the summer and I know so much of it has to do with the love he has been getting from the people at the centre. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to have found this amazing place, and so I am definitely not nervous about leaving him there. We have been working toward this moment for months!
What seems to keep popping up in my mind is that Xander is growing up, therefore the baby is growing up, therefore soon I will have no more babies and will be closing that chapter of my life forever and I don’t know what is coming next except that I will be old and baby-less and didn’t even get to enjoy my kid’s toddlerhood because of sleep deprivation and OCfrickin’D and undiagnosed Autism.
Or something like that.
So for today I will pretend that crying over whether to pack goldfish crackers and a fruit cup for a snack is normal. I will let myself get weepy over his tiny “junior size” backpack and new size 3 clothes that are still too big on him. I will drop him off at school tomorrow with his little friends and then turn and leave no more than 10 minutes later. I actually booked an appointment at 9:30 am so that I HAVE to leave, because well, I know me.
And then it will slowly become normal. He will keep thriving and amazing us, and he will love it.
I will love it too.
Except for the whole being old and baby-less thing. But maybe Pat will let me get another dog to ease the pain…. right honey?