The letter arrived today. It said that Owen would have a new teacher. Mind you, it is the teacher I wanted if he couldn’t have Raine. But still, my heart is breaking. I love this woman. All the work I do with the Parent’s Foundation and the school–it is an attempt to reflect the level of committment and work she puts into Owen, the program…autism. If Owen learned nothing at school, I would be thrilled for him to be in the company of this remarkable person. But he has learned so much. And I am not ready to move on…will he be ready?
I remember the first time I visited the school with Owen. Owen was jumping on the trampoline in Raine’s classroom and she rested her foot on the trampoline–her trampoline. Owen pushed it off. She said she knew she was going to like him. When he and I drove home, it was the first time I felt actual hope for Owen’s future. I didn’t know if he was going to "recover" but I knew he would learn and get better.
Owen’s new teacher is a man. That’s different and one of the things I like about the change. Owen likes men and there are so few in the field of Special Education. He has just one week of school left. Who knows? A new set of eyes can be good. It will be good.
The blog is no longer online. For now, please join the Yahoo Group. I was hoping to start a sleeve tonight but I think I will work on a pint of Ben and Jerry’s instead.