Evan is at Camp Jumpstart this week, a camp run by our school district for kindergarten kids who need a little extra help for whatever reason to transition to first grade. We had a tough day yesterday dropping him off there–he cried a lot. And, we had a tough evening last night at soccer camp. I was spent last night and have carried that fatigue into today. When I went to pick him up this afternoon, there was a father there waiting for his daughter. He went on to tell me that his daughter has a twin brother but that the child is autistic and completely non-verbal at 6 years old. “Wow,” I said, “I can’t imagine how hard that must be.” He said that it is terribly hard and that the boy goes to a special school everyday that is about 40 minutes from here. My two younger kids were running around as we waited and I told them to calm down. He said, “I’d give anything to hear my son scream like that.” “I’m sure you would,” I said, sympathetically.
Changes my perspective on things today. One little statement from a father with heartache spoke loudly to me today.
