I *love* the kids in Andrew’s class. Maybe too much. I love seeing them and talking to them. I love when Andrew has stories about them to share. I feel really protective of each of them…which honestly surprises me. But I do. Sometimes I think about them growing up together and what it will be like when they are in high school…or when they graduate…I wonder how long they will stay friends. There are, of course, no guarantees that they will all stay together. Each year the teachers in the program assess who still needs this level support and who needs a change. So far there haven’t been many changes in this group and I think I just want to keep this good thing going.
The other day the school nurse called me because Andrew had bonked heads with another boy from his class during gym. She put Andrew on the phone with me and I cooed my “oh sweetheart…are you okay?” And after we chatted for a few minutes, Andrew passed the phone to his friend telling me to ask his friend if he was okay too. And the friend was perfectly willing to talk to me about his bonked head (actually, whenever I see this particular friend he calls me “Mommy”…even though his own wonderful mama is very much a big part of his life). The school nurse thought all of this was too funny. “Can I call you whenever anyone bonks their head?” “Absolutely!” I said. “I’ll talk to whoever needs a mama to talk to!”
I know I probably look at this group through rose-colored glasses, but I don’t care. They are a pretty amazing bunch and I’m grateful Andrew has them in his life.