Well, we’re just about three months into the school year and munchkin was transferred to a new class this week–a move his ESE team and I decided upon last week. For a rigid child who doesn’t handle change well, it’s been a tough week. I can’t tell you how many times he’s asked me, “When do I get to go back to Miss A’s class?” I think I’ve had almost as tough a time with this as Jackson has. There’s comfort in the known for all of us.
Jackson’s new class is vastly different than his previous class. Miss A’s class had grown to a mix of twenty-plus girls and boys, typical children and children with mild developmental delays. His new class has eight children, all boys, all of whom are on the autism spectrum with developmental delays of varying degrees. It’s a lot to get used to for me as a parent, so I’m certain it’s a lot for Jackson to get used to as well.
True to form, I can’t pull any information out of Jackson with respect to what they’re working on or what they’ve been doing in class. I do believe the emphasis has been taken off academics and now focuses on the social skills required to interact in a classroom setting. While this social component is much needed and certainly something Jackson obviously lacks, it enforces the reality that munchkin is non-typical—something I’m occasionally still coming to terms with two years post diagnosis. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sad that Jackson isn’t with the children he’s become accustomed to over the past three months. I’m sad that he misses the class gerbils, Peach and Penelope. I’m sad that his former classmates are busy making paper turkeys and various Thanksgiving-related crafts and eagerly planning a Thanksgiving feast, while Jackson doesn’t even know a major holiday is around the corner. I miss the loving and compassionate Miss A whom I’ve grown to trust and have enormous admiration for. And most of all I miss those adorably catchy songs he came home singing for hours on end. Oh well, onward and upward, right?
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. ~ Charles Darwin