Love and Pride
My 9 year old is a bit quirky. As discussed previously, he may or may not have aspergers, but he definitely has some minor difficulties with change and new social situations etc. He is now in year 4 at school, and the time has come for their first residential trip away.
When the subject was first broached, he gave a definite no. But his Dad and I felt it would be good for him. It might help him gain some confidence before he faces the trauma of going up to big school in September, so we managed to talk him, somewhat reluctantly, into it.
The last few weeks we have been through tears, long winded discussions about what was involved, trips to buy the things he needs, reassurances of many kinds. Until he felt prepared.
Then disaster struck. He came down with tonsillitis at the weekend, confirmed by a trip to the Doctors on Monday. I thought there is no way he will go now, as even if he felt better, he has the perfect excuse to avoid an event he has been feeling trepidatious about.
But HE WENT. He got up this morning and went. No tears, no fuss.
I am SO PROUD of him I could cry. It is such a big step for him, and he has dealt with it marvellously. He is growing up to be a wonderful, warm, funny, and compassionate child, and we will miss him the next couple of days. I hope he comes back with a grubby face, and a bag of muddy clothes, and stories of all the adventures they have had. I hope he comes back as proud of himself as I am!