As I prepare for Garrett to start a new school, I feel so torn. I find myself hopeful and fearful. I want him to adjust and yet, I am losing some of my beloved control. Where do I go with all of these thoughts is to my prayer closet. I don't have a specific closet, so to speak, although, my car, my bath, and my family room floor have heard many of my heaven bound cries, I just quiet my mind and turn it over to the One who has always been in control.
I pray that the teachers and faculty members would look on my boy with love and patience. I pray they would desire to understand him and that they would take the time to dig deeper when needed. I pray they would look him in the eyes, that makes listening easier for him. And that they would give him simple instructions. I pray if he feels uncomfortable that they would comfort him. I pray they will enjoy his laugh and his smile and forgive him when he yells or gets frustrated. I pray they would let him be independent and let him struggle but never let him feel like he is failing. I pray they wouldn't just want to "fix" him but that they would embrace his quirkiness. I pray that they would let him eat with his spoon upside down and don't stress it if he forgets his socks. I pray they would sing. He likes to sing. I pray they would know that red cheeks means he is tired so go a little slower. I pray they would run and jump and play, as well as teach the ABC's. I pray they would let him be him while teaching him how to adapt easier when adaption is required. I pray he would love them and they would love him. I pray because it is all I know. I have done it for each of boys and each of their teachers. This time is different and yet so similar in some ways. Whether it is Parker starting kindergarten or Carter trying to follow after his big brother or G leaving my safe arms, if you teach my boys I pray for you. If you teach my boys, you are listed in my prayer journal, your name is whispered from my front seat, and there have been late nights where I have lifted you up from my knees on my family room floor. I pray because I know that where I can not be and what I can not do, my Father in heaven has already been and already done.
Rachel, I am so glad you are blogging. You have already touched me so much by the 3 blogs I read. I am a special education teacher at the high school level. The majority of my class consist of students on the spectrum. They are all so unique and I love them for that. I pray that your little boy has a teacher that loves him like I love my students and they celebrate even the littlest milestones because they may seem little for most busy for students on the spectrum they are huge. Please keep posting and I will faithfully follow your journey and pray for your little beautiful family.
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