I’ve just been to a MacMillan Coffee Morning at the school. Nothing unusual about that you might think. Well, no, there’s not.
The children (Nursery, Infants, Juniors) take it in turn to perform some songs relevant to their recent learning, we applaud and then we tuck into scones and cakes that the staff have baked for us. We pay money and we go home happy after an hour of chatter and fund raising.
This morning I didn’t take my camera. I felt I had been so reliant on it that it would do me good to see life through my eyes for once and not a lens. Of course I am now regretting that decision as I sat there and watched M, front row, quietly confident and looking so smart, singing every song word perfect, and with no hesitation. It took me until I got back home to realise her PSA wasn’t anywhere nearby (in fact she might have been taking a well-earned coffee break herself) but the fact is, last year M would have been on the end of a row, probably at the back and nearest the exit.
I’m not saying she looked bursting with confidence – she didn’t. But no one who had dropped in from out of town would have had any clue that my little girl struggles every single day with the sensory and social demands that school places on her as an autistic person in a mainstream setting. Her school does everything it can to enable her to cope with the school day and it shows that they listen.
I am ridiculously proud!
(had to have a happy photo so here is one from a few weeks ago)