I had a talk with the inclusion specialist at Cassidy’s school today.
I’m not entirely sure of what all an inclusion specialist does but she basically monitors the needs of all the special education students and supervises the paras (aides) who work one-on-one with those students.
She met me in the parent pick-up area immediately after school.
She wanted to tell me how much better Cassidy has gotten about that whole swallowing and expelling of air thing.
And as she said it I celebrated to myself quietly, savoring this one small thing.
Until.
Until she went on to tell me that one bad habit has replaced another.
What now?
She spits. Like a llama.
She spits when she’s mad or when she’s in need of attention. She spits when someone has scolded her or when someone praises her.
She spits a lot.
This did not come as a surprise to me. Seeing as how time outs at home have resulted in a fair number of loogies being hurled.
If loogie mass was a Special Olympic sport my little champion would make her Mama proud.
Distance, well, she’s got room for improvement there. Her motto seems to be quantity over quality.
You can imagine how proud I am when I go to the school and the staff looks up to greet the mom of the spitting, burping, farting girl.
Yes. I still show my face.
Depending upon which habit materializes to replace this one though I may have to go into hiding.
I hear Tibet is nice this time of year.
