I don't know what to think about AJ. I knew he was the more sensitive of the two and I knew he might have more trouble than Zack, adjusting to kindergarten.
Then again sometimes though I wonder if Zack is equally as sensitive, and just not as communicative as AJ, so I actually have no idea how Zack is feeling most of the time.
That's another subject entirely.
Anyway this morning, I could tell AJ was anxious the way he was circling around by the front door, looking out the window, biting his sleeves. I turned on his computer and brought up the Monkey Dance and then he did his usual thing of watching that, over and over. So I thought he was okay. Then I put shoes and coats on both boys and the bus arrived, and he came outside more or less willingly.
As I buckled his seat belt on I saw the look on his face. Huge, watery eyes. Anxious aggression and violence I am used to handling; but this complete heartbreaking sorrow is going to kill me slowly.
Aliza and I stood in the driveway waving and AJ watched us out the window, silently, unmoving, but with those big brown eyes staring at me like I was sending him off to war.
I called and left a message for the autism teacher who I know gets them off the bus. I'm going to call again in a little while. And I'm going to have that image of AJ's sad little face in my head, all day.
1 day ago
Aww, poor baby. I've seen that look numerous times. It's hard when they still have to go to school and there's nothing you can do to make it better. Hope his day turned out ok.
Bonnie - thank you so much for coming by my blog! I'm so interested in yours... I actually work in early childhood special ed in Minneapolis. Funny, isn't it? I'm looking forward to reading more of your story!
Oh those tears and looks of vulnerability are so heart breaking. Hope he had a good day!
I hope things went better for him this morning. And I hope to see you tonight!
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