Today Papa grabbed the camera to document day two of the Great Short Bus Adventure. T gave his goofiest grin for posterity and we cheered as he drove off. I was worried he would have problems, but he truly enjoys the ride and he comes home calmer than when I drive him.The boat-like swaying of the bus soothes him.
I am so happy this is working out, yet I feel guilty because the bulk of his day is school. That’s eight hours. Eight hours!
When I first realized this, I sunk into a funk. I quit my job to be a mom. I visualized the quality time I would spend with my child and how I would help prepare him for a wonderful, balanced life. After brooding for most of the day, I got over it.
Tyoma cycles through nine teachers and twelve peers each day. He needs playmates, plural, playmates and structure. I work phenomenally hard to provide structure and routine, but there is no way I can meet his socialization needs. I cannot replace the twelve kids that play by his side. One day, Tyoma will graduate to public school and the skill and tolerance he has gained here will benefit him.
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