I’d like to personally thank the Lord for helping me survive this summer!
Three straight months with very few days off and weeks on end of just me and the boy.
Man do I love him. I mean I really really do. Cause if I didn’t I would have strangled the little life right out of him or just walked out the front door and not come back for a very long time.
Of course there were things that helped: the fiance, swimming lessons, a few hours of summer school and many hours of therapy.
Actually, the amount of time Connor spent doing his behavior and speech therapies this summer, as well as the concentrated time I spent working with him, have made a noticeable improvement. And to prove that it’s not my imagination and that his behavior is truly better, his teacher stopped me after school yesterday to tell me how well he’s behaving in class.
For a minute I thought she might be talking to someone behind me. I looked around quickly. Nope, no one standing near me. I think I then eloquently said “uh…what?”
The kind woman that she is, she slowly explained that Connor is complying with requests and sitting quietly at his desk, focusing on the task at hand.
My child? My Connor? I mean he’s been better at home but I expected the settling in to the new school year to take at least a couple of weeks. I in no way expected him to start showing off his new and improved attention span the very first week!
This makes me hopeful for other milestones we achieved at home to start cropping up at school:
speaking in full sentences!
accepting no for an answer!
waiting his turn!
not hitting me everyday!
Ok well, the last one he can’t really display at school but it makes me damn happy.
All in all, if Connor actually shows all the progression he’s made this summer, he should be in pretty good shape for an excellent school year. Hopefully he’ll be more confident that he looks in this picture…I know I am.