At 12:15, I took half of the "no crying, no screaming" pill. I literally let it dissolve in my mouth, afraid it wouldn't "take" soon enough. We met with Dr. Brown at 1:00 p.m. He gave me instructions to tell his teachers. Immediate and consistent time-out. We've been there before. I finally asked what I really wanted to know. "Are they going to kick him out?" He smiled and said no.
Here's the kicker. He said they could not legally kick him out. His language delay qualifies him under the Americans with Disabilities Act, he said, and that would be like them kicking out a child who needed a wheelchair.
What a weight that lifted from me. If I were to find a better place for Curt, I would definitely consider moving him, but in this small town, this pre-school is the best -- with a two-year waiting list. Curt has been there for 1.5 years. So, the fact I would not be scrambling for another place (perhaps much worse) in the near future gave me peace of mind for some reason.
I returned to the Center with Curt, ready for the meeting. No tears had been shed at this point! I was ready. However, Director met me at the door to unlock it and let us inside. "Did you know the campus in under lock-down?"
Uh...no, I was not aware. A local bank had been robbed and the getaway car was found, abandoned, on campus. The man was armed, so all buildings were locked, no in, no out. She asked if I minded rescheduling, considering the circumstances.
(Could I make this shit up? I think not.)
Although the meeting was not officially held, I talked to both the Director and Teacher about Curt and our issues during the lock-down. It's not like they could get rid of me! Their comments were kind and straight-forward. I left feeling they are not on a witch-hunt where Curt is concerned and this relieves me greatly.
At this point, it was 2:30 and starting to snow, so I called the office and called it a day. My excitement/stress quota had been met.
I received many notes of encouragement the last two days, by both comments and email. I truly thank you. I learned that many people believe, like I do, that children don't fall into cookie cutter molds. That, unlike the practices of most preschools and public schools, all children do not relate to the same form of treatment.
I know it is my responsibility to help Curt learn how to adapt to his social surroundings and to be able to follow rules. I've known that all along. However, I still believe this can be done without breaking his spirit. The compromise between calming his spirit without breaking it will be an ongoing journey.
But today, more than yesterday, I feel I can somehow meet this challenge. I have to.