It was a major week in the Hawk household. I’ve posted about my son’s disability and special needs before. Since the age of 6 months Oliver has had Early Intervention in our home. He’s had tons of Therapists to help him meet milestones and catch up on to “normal” developmental markers. It has been a long journey.
He has 5 Therapists and 7 different sessions a week. We have one outside of the home for mobility but all the rest were in home. Inside our house Ollie is confident, capable, and fearless. Outside of our home he becomes fearful and overwhelmed. A large truck going by or loud music could derail an entire day of errands.
It’s been years of work to introduce him to the world and give him confidence. There have been days I feared he’d never have any sense of normalcy. We didn’t have a lot of preparation once we found out he was heading to preschool. Our team was very accommodating in allowing us to visit the school as a family to prepare him. We talked all weekend about expectations and what would happen.
Monday he was so excited and ready to go he could hardly stop jumping with excitement. He hardly ate his breakfast and he waited at the door desperate to go. When the bus came and he realized he was going with a stranger, in a new vehicle, without me… He was shaking in fear, absolutely terrified. He couldn’t talk and was completely overwhelmed. It was impossible to let him go.
I was shaking with anxiety completely worried that he would regress and school would be postponed. His bus driver called to tell me he made it safely to school and laughed with glee when he saw his teacher. Not even 15 minutes later his teacher called to tell me he safely navigated the steps and the walk to class with his cane. That he was following directions, happy, and doing well.
I was so overwhelmed with pride and joy that I sat on my kitchen floor crying. I could try and explain the fears or the many days of hard work and tears that led to that moment, but it is enough that we made it. By the next day he was already adjusted. He ate his breakfast so he wouldn’t be as hungry at school, informed me of every step in getting ready, and eagerly got in the bus.
His Therapists now visit him at school and have been very sweet in their letters home. They are proud of him and as excited as we are. I now have a harder time telling him he can’t go to school because they don’t have it on the weekends. He is blossoming quickly, his words are just glorious. He is confident and excited to do everything himself. The last vestiges of toddlerdom are gone and in it’s stead is a capable, charming, and growing boy.
Let it be known that mom, dad, and even baby brother survived Ollie’s entrance into Preschool.