Today I made it out of the school before I lost it. Still was the blubbering, pathetic looking Mom who was crying as she walked home. But today, it was for a completely different reason.
Yesterday when I was talking to Casey’s teacher, he told me about “The Casey Dance.” Three days a week or so, Casey waits at the front of the classroom for the kids to settle down. Then they start to cheer for him. Then he dances. Make no mistake, the child is WHITE, the child has autism, the child cannot dance. But he DANCES! And his friends- his FRIENDS– cheer for him.
There aren’t words enough for me to say how perfect and wonderful this school year has been. Casey’s teacher is “cool” to the kids. And he’s used his well deserved coolness to make Casey cool, too. He’s shown the class that Casey’s quirks aren’t something to be weirded out by, it’s what makes him so fun. The kids in his class are wonderful, too. They treat him SO well. They love him, and they should. Casey’s the best!