I sat across from his teacher. I was anxious about what she was going to tell me.
He had been in trouble over the past few months; lying about his homework, disrupting class, messing on the playground
...nothing too serious but enough to make me anxious at his latest parent teacher meeting.
“J is doing well in class” she smiled.
D and I exchanged a confused look.
She smiled and nodded.
“He has really turned a corner. He is sitting still, which is a huge achievement for him and he is participating in class discussion”
“That's such a relief to hear” I confessed.
“The school are aware of how hard the situation is at home with all you have to go through with Ethan. J seems to really understand his own actions and the reasons for them.
He is able to articulate what ADHD is and how it affects him, we believe this is down to you guys obviously and the therapy you guys have him in currently” she smiled.
I watched as she paused, almost debating whether or not to say the next sentence.
Then I saw it. Her eyes were damp as she opened her mouth and began to speak.
D quickly answered saying the child's name...I laughed telling him I didn’t think the teacher was testing us. She smiled.
“Yes, so you are both aware of this. What you are probably not aware of is, that for the first time since this boy started school here, he played with another boy on the school yard.
He engaged. He laughed and played...the other boy was your J, your son brought him out and included him” she was definitely fighting back tears now.
“His parents asked me to thank you for raising a caring child like J. You see…” She paused to gather herself …
I felt my own eyes dampen.
“He has autism and was never a social boy, never had a friend and was never included until now” she gently wiped under her eye.
“Wow” D smiled.
We sat in silence for a few moments.
“So, J is doing really, really well. But…” She tapped her watch.
We both sighed. We were both in trouble.
“Okay we know” D held his hands up. “We sometimes..okay we often, get up late or are preoccupied with getting Ethan ready,
that we leave too late, get caught in traffic and well, yeah J ends up being late”
“Sorry” I offered.
“Ok I know it is hard for you, and I do appreciate that, I do guys” she titled her head, “but J has to be on time.
You have to get up earlier and get him here on time, it is so very important.”
We both nodded and like scolded school children we promised the teacher we would “Try harder”.
We weren’t expecting to hear how much compassion he had shown to another little boy and how much that had helped that little boy which really warmed our hearts.
We got home and reported how well he was doing in school. We asked about his friend and why J asked him to play.
“He is just a boy mammy, he is different from all the other boys, I like that about him.”
He paused, “Mammy, he can be a little like Ethan sometimes, and then I think maybe Ethan would be like him if Ethan could play with me, ya know” I kissed his forehead as I felt the pain hit my right in my heart.
“Ah mam, wouldn’t the world be boring if we were all the same! You’re always saying that and you're right!” He laughed as he skipped away.
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