Tales of an Educated Debutante
Satire meets truth, faith meets irony, despair meets hope & this educated debutante escapes the laundry & finds joy in the real bits of a life unexpected.
This is inclusion. Seventeen little people who have gotten pretty good at following the rules. One that is not quite an expert. Seventeen little people who have learned that not everyone is the same. One that doesn’t notice. Having special needs isn’t bad, it’s just different. Amos is different, but he fits. A piece in an imperfect puzzle and the world steps back and ask, “Who needs perfection anyway?” Not us, says the class of eighteen little people.18 days ago
It’s a little long, but... When he was ten months old, the early interventionist said, “Is this all he can do?” When he was 14 months old, he crawled for the first time. When he was nearing two, he took his first steps. When he was two and a half, his formal evaluation said autism and social emotional age of a four month old. When he turned three, he started at public school. When he was three and a half, he said, “Da-da.” When he was four, he found his voice though it still echoes. When he was five and a half, he mastered using the potty. Today, he read me this book and I watched him read the minute words and marveled at the whirring of a brain that has never followed the rules. Someone told me, “If you can read, you can do anything.” Oh, Amos. ❤️1 month ago
Amos. He’s been potty trained for just a few weeks and his language is coming, but ever so hard to understand. It was two years ago whe he said “dada” for the very first time. The summer of 2017. Tonight, my five year old son with autism and extra special needs read me a book by Mo Willems. K-Nuffle Bunny. He struggles on so many levels and with so many things, but I’ll be damned if he can’t read. Sometimes, life surprises you.1 month ago