She went on to describe a meltdown. She could not identify the antecedent but said transitions were very difficult for him. It was long-lasting, and he knocked several things over. She said that she remembered me telling her about his meltdowns, but until today, they hadn't seen it. (Side note: His meltdowns at school last year were incredibly destructive and long-lasting.) None of the techniques that have worked for him for the last several weeks were effective. And when the day ended, and they were waiting for the bus, he shoved another child in his class-a child the teacher said he gets along with-hard and with no provocation. She said that he was very upset when he got on the bus.
Of course, I was sad to receive the call. His meltdowns are much less frequent than they were when he had no or little language. But every time there is one, I feel as if we're having a tiny setback, and it highlights the powerlessness I sometimes feel about the disorder. And in my 'woe is me' attitude I was having about my birthday, I took it even harder. I called home to let the care provider know what happened at school and to be aware that he may have a difficult afternoon and evening at home.
I got home very late from work, which made me quite sad. I walked into the living room, and the kids were all hiding in the couch cushions to jump out and yell "Surprise!" at me. Koby hid, too! There were cards and cupcakes waiting for me on the table. Tom, my boyfriend, Ms. Donna, and the kids sang to me, and we ate cupcakes. It was awesome! Ms. Donna stayed late, so Tom and I could go to dinner.
When we got home, I remembered the meltdown.
Koby's teacher sends home a daily report for him, and on the back of it, we are supposed to report on his night and return the form the next day. I asked Ms. Donna, to help me fill it out. As she rattled off the details of his day....about the books he had looked at and the difficulty he had transitioning to his speech therapist's visit, she suddenly said, "Oh! When Koby got home, I asked him, 'Were you upset at school today?' and he said, "No! I was mad!"
Four little words MADE my entire day! Not only did he respond, he responded in a meaningful way! Four little words gave me complete peace about his meltdown. Four little words made me reconsider my entire viewpoint on my day.
I did wake up with a horrible headache, but Tom brought me coffee in bed! He made my cup of coffee for the road and put it in my car. When I got to work, my co-workers had an adorable-and HUGE balloon in my office. I was treated to lunch at Fuzzy's! I have received more Facebook posts, e-mails, phone calls, and texts than I can even count, I had my sweet, hilarious children sing to me, I had a nice dinner with my boyfriend, and he surprised me with a sparkling clean bathroom!
So often, I obsess over the negative things that are happening. When I stop feeling sorry for myself, and look at all the blessings I have, the wonderful people I have in my life, and, most of all, my amazing children, I have to say that I had an amazing birthday.