When my daughter was his age I would not let her go to any school trip unless I accompanied her. Her teachers would say over and over how I could trust them, that no harm would come to her, but I would not let her go. It wasn't until she was in 5th grade that I let her attend school trips on her own.
So here comes the permission slip from Kaleo's school about this visit to the farm. Automatically my answer was NO!! my reasoning?...well he's only 4, he wears leg braces (even though with his "superhero legs" as he calls them he can run like no body's business), he might have a seizure, he might cry because he's away from mommy (ok, ok so that's more me than him), he might get bit by one of the animals, he might get lost and because.....he has autism. He likes to wander off, he doesn't always like holding hands-he likes to feel independent, he might have a meltdown but more so he might get lost!!!! I spoke to his dad and asked his opinion. He said send him, he needs to learn how to handle different situations. He was right but I still wasn't too sure.
Then it hit me....what a hypocrite I was. Here I talk about wanting him to grow up and be an independent person, someone who has learned to handle different situations, someone who has learned to function without me,someone who can continue to live his life on his own once I'm long gone but yet I was going to stop him from learning to do all that. I realized I had to let him go. I had to let him experience this. Of course, I went and spoke to his teacher in person and expressed my numerous concerns. She assured me she would hold his hand...she even promised me she would. She reassured me that Kaleo's 1:1 aide would be there with him the whole time also holding his hand.....it's her job to just watch him. I cannot lie thoughts of Avonte Oquendo quickly flooded my mind. Again, I had to stop..stop and let my child learn, I told his teacher okay he could go.
This morning I dressed him in comfortable clothes, adjusted his leg braces just right, packed his lunch-giving him a sandwich, water and goldfish crackers. I wanted to make sure his lunch wouldn't add to any anxiety he might have. I packed exactly what I knew he would love. I made sure to write in his communication notebook to his teacher how nervous and worried I was for him. I wanted to reiterate to her that someone needed to hold his hand..keep him safe..not let him wander off...watch for possible seizures.......keep him safe for me. As I watched him walk up the steps of the school bus, I wanted to cry...was I truly doing the right thing?? The trip would be from 9-1pm. At exactly 8:59am the nerves kicked in....they lasted up until I saw his school bus pull up..saw him exit and hugged my little man. He looked at me and gave me a kiss.
Do I want to say that today will be the last time I will ever feel unsure about sending him on a trip or having him be far from me? Of course I want to say that but it would be a flat out lie.
However, what today has shown me is that as much as I want to keep both my children in a plastic bubble and protect them from the world, I cannot. I have to let them both learn and grow. Experience new situations. Trust and believe that they will be okay. Truly trust and believe that my child, my baby, my little rock star who happens to have autism will learn, will adapt, will enjoy and will conquer the adventures and situations placed before him.
Above all, how I should never doubt his ability. Actually, that's the wrong statement. I don't doubt his ability because I see all he can do and all he has yet to do. Instead I will make sure to have the ability within myself to let him grow and learn. Remind myself that he has all the ability of the world, its just my inability of not letting all the immense love (and fear of everything that can go wrong) keep me from letting him blossom.
*****below you will find the actual note his teacher sent home*****
i have found over the years that the way that *I* approach situations has more effect on my kid and *her* approach to them than anything else. She senses and acts on my anxiety, whether I tell her about it or not - she feels and internalizes my fear and it becomes hers. It's not easy - we do so want to protect our littles - but part of protecting them, as you so wisely say in the post, is giving them room to gather the tools they need to grow - and allowing them to do it without carrying our fear with them :)
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