|photo : Robert Doisneau (cropped)|
Last year we were both quite exited: Prepschool was the promise of some serious socialising for both me and Nemo, as we only had been doing 2 days / week at kindy so far and I was a SAHM getting bored. I was looking forward to the Great Adventure that would be School in Australia for my son AND for me, the foreign mum. “Big School”, finally – Here we come!
While at times loud and extroverted himself – Nemo does not like anything imposed on him, no rules, no mood, no contact really. Now that I am thinking about it, it would have been a little bit like sitting a cat into a room with 20 loud little puppies.
I am going through the motions, but this year, I am feeling miserable about the whole ‘Back to School’ thing. I happened to come across this post on the blog ‘Yeah. Good Times.’ which, I feel could become like a reference to me. Originally the post was written by Jen at Still Looking Up.
For some reason, Nemo will have not one but two teachers. While I was talking to no.1 (younger, with special needs training, nice), no.2 (older, and old school?) was already telling Nemo off for something I did not quite see. Awesome.
I was standing there talking to her, and as if to confirm my (and others) pre-diagnosis (“Yeh, uhm, we are thinking and have been told that he would be on the autism spectrum, ahm, high functioning, or Asperger’s?” I am sure they hear that all the time!), Nemo went and sorted some numbered cubes from 1-100 in a frame, so that they all were the same colour.
This was actually atypical behaviour for him, but never mind, Rainman.