Twenty days…

J’s school career has 20 days left…

This isn’t, of course, a crisis, but it is important.

Calendars are being re-designed.  Schedule boards are being refurbished.  Schedules themselves are undergoing a major restructuring.

The change won’t be bad.  It will, however, be change.  Transitions are never easy, and we don’t expect this one to suddenly break away from the existing and well-established pattern.

I am letting you know because you’ve been peeking into this page for a while.  Actually, you’ve probably stopped altogether.

Life has been hectic.  Life has been more interesting than usual.  We have grown accustomed to all this.  We are, after all, veterans of transition, alteration, reinvention, crisis, chaos, maturity, regression.

So…

Twenty days…

Not counting weekends and an election day when schools are closed, we will sing the Yellow Bus Song twelve more times.  Ok, it’ll be more than that…we all know it’s necessary at least ten times each evening preceding a school day.  We will sing the Bus Song at least 120 times…on twelve separate evenings.

The PECS for BACKPACK, BUS, IPAD BAG, LUNCHBOX will be retired.

The PECS for teachers and aides and therapists will be phased out.  J’s new occasional companion has been added to the mix, and he now sees her on Tuesday afternoons until we start adding hours.

A new way of living our day-to-day life is being initiated.  We will do it on a trial-and-error basis for the first few weeks, and then we’ll have the new, and more permanent, groove of everyday from here on end.  No, it won’t be set in stone.  Parents of kids in the Spectrum know that what is stone today can become dust tomorrow.  So we will make adjustments to a new groove as we go along.

Twenty days…

A minimum of 120 Bus Song performances between now and then…

Life out of the system…

Life as a household of three…

Life without the net of “it’s only for the summer,” and “Christmas break lasts only a couple of weeks.”  From here on end, and until a permanent slot appears in a program for developmentally-disabled adults, this is the way it goes…

Twenty days…

and lots and lots and lots and lots to do before then…

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