Decky went back to school – the first time since his injury Friday.
Everybody was asking him questions, checking him out. He was the center of attention everywhere he went. At recess, the first thing he did was check out the pole he hit, to see if it had a dent. (It didn’t.) His teacher stated that he was wonderful at self-monitoring his activity.
The thing I had been most concerned about this school year was that he would get stuck with just a middle-of-the-road teacher. We were spoiled last year by the amazing Ms Gonsher, who loved Decky with a mighty love, and still does. (She came over Friday after school with a gift and a hug.) She sparked his creativity and nurtured his individuality and treated him like the golden child.
His teacher this year is just an average teacher. She gets the job done, makes sure the kids follow her rules and finish their worksheets and that’s about it.
Until Friday. She was the teacher on duty during recess when he got hurt. She walked him to the nurse’s office. She rode with him in the ambulance to me.
She has told me, and written to me multiple times how amazingly brave and strong my boy is. She complimented me on raising such a ‘remarkably well-adjusted and flexible young man.’
I’m hoping this will turn on the light in her brain, that she will recognize what we all already know: Decky is an amazing, very special individual who we are all lucky to know and love. And that he deserves to be treated as such.
All of his past teachers and counselors know it. We know it. You know it. Hopefully, now she will know it. Hopefully, all it will take is a bump on the head.