When he was 7, we homeschooled. I corralled typical neighborhood kids to join us and paid facilitators to integrate them. I tried to make it work.
When he was 9, we enrolled him at the local elementary school. I bought stacks of books for the teacher and told her how I thought it should be done. I tried to control it.
When he was 10, I got flowers at an IEP (more like memorial) and they showed us the door. I stopped believing it was possible.
For 8 years, Reid spent varying lengths of time at 4 of our city's finest non-public special ed schools. Typical role models were noticeably absent. I forgot my previous prayers.
Last summer, in an odd turn of events, he matriculated into our local Torrey Pines High School, a California distinguished school, just 5 miles from home with many familiar faces and families we know.
This morning, I dropped him off at the curb with a motley throng of quintessential American teens. He walked by a table of donuts for sale, said hi to a girl he knew there, and headed up the ramp to meet his aide.
I still stalk. At least long enough to record him capping off the morning announcements with flair. In unison...with other members of the school body.
Is there a prayer you once prayed that you've left for dead? Pray it again. Timing is everything.
You don’t get to know the time. Timing is the Father’s business. Acts 1:6-8
And likewise, all the prophets who have spoken, from Samuel and his successors onward, also announced these days. Acts 3:23-25
If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Psalm 143:6-8