March 3rd, 2008

It went down down down and the flames went higher

The Bad News:

Jack did not get in to the nursery school we were hoping to send him to next fall. This is a school that is, literally, right across the street from us. It is also a school that is, literally, thousands of dollars cheaper than what we are paying right now. It’s a school where we thought and hoped he would thrive, given his sensory issues. And did I mention that it’s THE ONLY SCHOOL WE APPLIED FOR???

So sure were we of the charms of our precocious toddler that we never even entertained the thought that he might not be accepted. Of course, maybe we could have kept it to ourselves that he doesn’t “transition” very well and is, in the event of circle time let’s say, very likely to transform into a caterpillar, crawl under the nearest rug and proceed to circle it into a burrito wrap around himself, all the while proclaiming that he is “turning into something else.” And we maybe didn’t need to mention that the only way to get him out of the rug was to call him a “Baby Monarch” and ask him to demonstrate his new wings. Ho hum.

But then there was Jack himself, on visiting day for potential students. Sweet, loving, kind Jack, who played so wonderfully with the other children during “free play” period. He handed out legos to anyone who looked his way; tactfully pointed out to a snotty nosed little girl that her “buggers were showing”; and even put on a “magic show” for the teachers wherein he lifted one finger into the air and covered it up with a kleenex, and then pulled the kleenex off to reveal …TA DA!...five whole fingers!!! The charm, it virtually oozed I tell you. For that brief free play period, he was a shoe-in, I say.

Of course, free play period was eventually over and the children were expected to conform to a more structured activity. They all gathered together like perfect little soldiers in harmony to listen to the instructors talk about the events of the week. I held my breath as Jack sat down with the other children. Maybe? Just maybe he would stay there and listen with the others? And then I could say that all this sensory integration stuff was extremely minor and the problem was, indeed, the current school we were in, and if we could only move him out of it then we wouldn’t need occupational therapy and sensory gyms and my child could just go about being his crazy, goofy, adorable self.

Jack sat still for a grand total of maybe 30 seconds, tops. Then, like lightning, he was up and running around the circle, screaming RING OF FIRE! RING OF FIRE! IT’S BURNING! BUUUURNINNNNGGG! at the top of his lungs.

I’m pretty sure the room had never quite seen anything like it.

The Good News:

My boy freaking ROCKS.


Posted by: Sarah on March 3rd, 2008
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