Tuesday I walked into the schoolhouse to pick up wee man, and the teacher started gushing to me about how awesome Brady P. did writing and spelling that day.
"What happened over the weekend?" Miss Jill asked. "I mean, it's like leaps and bounds from Friday to Monday."
I didn't even know what to say. I was just so proud.
His afternoon aid stood there smiling. A big, blushing grin.
His morning aid sent me a picture of his work earlier in the day.
His special ed coordinator was blown away too.
"He wrote all the students' names," Miss Jill continued. "A couple times. And he even wrote mine and came up to me all proud to say 'look what I did!'"
I know he's doing awesome. I do his homework with him. I read books with him. I watch him progress.
But to see other people beam at the accomplishments of my son fills me not just with pride, but with gratitude. I am so grateful that he is a student in that school. Not just because he's progressing, but because everybody notices. Everybody is impressed. And everybody is so proud of him.
The fact that little Brady P. shows significant progress in the areas he is so far behind in because of his extra chromosome, really touches the people that work with him. Because they genuinely care about him.
His progress is their heart hard at work.
It's like a sprinkling of magic pixie dust blew through the schoolhouse and tickled everybody to the bone that day. It's one of those moments where you can take a step back and say, "Wow. We're really making a difference here."
And it means so much. To everyone involved.
So, thank you to everyone involved! You know who you are. I'm not going to embarrass you anymore than that.
Thank you for caring. And thank you for feeling proud of your efforts through a little boy who's going to help change the world. Because you are giving him the tools to help him change it.