I took Zane’s teachers out to lunch to see how things are going. My goal is to help Zane, help his teachers help Zane, and make sure his teachers feel appreciated for all their help with Zane. I know he is going to take more effort than the neuro-typical kids, and I just want to go above and beyond to make sure they know what a difference they are making in his life and how much that means to us.
I started out by explaining that we’ve heard the worst when it comes to Zane but that he always seems to prove everyone wrong. I suppose I was mentally preparing myself for bad news while trying to explain to her that she could give it to me straight.
What she said brought tears to my eyes. But these were not the tears I’m used to having during these kinds of give-it-to-me-straight kinds of conversations.
She said “Zane had a phenomenal day”.
Not “good”. Not “great”. “Phenomenal”.
Think about Zane’s journey. Think about where he was a couple of years ago. Then just take that in. “Phenomenal”.
She went on to explain that Zane has made huge strides in the last few weeks. That’s not to say he’s caught up. He’s still behind. He still has tactile defensiveness and doesn’t want help doing art projects or washing his hands (anything hand over hand), and he doesn’t always follow directions. But, he will sit, at least for part of circle time. He likes singing and dancing. He loves playing with trucks and trains. He loves the little playhouse on the playground. He is starting to do what the other kids do. The separation anxiety has subsided. He’s been doing better and better each day. Then for a second time, she said that “today was phenomenal”.
My heart is smiling!
I bet you can guess my new favorite word!