Old Hat, Cont'd.
June 29, 2010
Camp, day two.
Huddled at B&N again with, unfortunately, no wallet. Hiding behind a...pillar thing so the Imaginary Authority Figures don't catch me poaching free wifi despite not purchasing anything. Though I would love to purchase something! Maybe one of those Twitter marketing books could tell me how to beg for spare change. If every Rockville-based follower stopped by with a nickel I'd be halfway to a latte right now! Where are you assholes? God, but social media is useless.
I've now been officially singled out as an Old Timer at the drop-off and pick-up. Mothers are all but sidling up to me all, word on the street is that you've been here before and know a few things about this here special ed jungle. Can I get a preschool recommendation in exchange for a playdate? Who's your occupational therapist? Come on, man, help me out, I'm dying over here.
It's funny, but true. I apparently now give off the vibe of someone who knows what they're doing. Maybe I seem less...insane or high-strung or HI HI HI LIKE ME LIKE MEEEEE than I used to, or because I know all the therapists and counselors and even a few of the volunteers by name. Maybe it's just because I already know how to get that stupid fence open in the front of the building, no, here, you gotta lift that thingie like this.
Or maybe it's because Noah is now running around with his confidence going at full-tilt, laughing, riding bikes, talkingtalkingtalking, doing everything that everybody else wishes their kid was doing, everything that he WASN'T doing this time last year. A year of bumbling and fumbling has made us wise, completely by accident.
This morning I shook hands with a mother who has a brand-new PDD-NOS diagnosis and no earthly idea what to do next about it. She moaned out loud when she heard that Noah issues presented before he even turned two because her child is five already and they just found out and have lost so much time and I saw that overwhelmed, panicked look her eyes and I had no idea what to say.
So I said that I'd heard Noah and her son played very nicely together yesterday, and the words were only halfway out of my mouth before she asked if we could have a playdate. I said that would be awesome, let's definitely do that. I smiled, and so did she.