I was at work last week, with my student when I received the call from my realtor. We finally have a settlement date on the house, next Friday at 5 pm!
When I got off the phone, I yelled out, “I did it !” and started dancing out of relief. My student (he has autism) looked at me amused, but concern and calmly asked, “You okay their Ms. Sandy?” I explained I was moving to a new and better house for the kids and me. He was excited as I was, and before I realized it, we were both at dancing under the tree with rakes in hand sharing my achievement moment.
It was funny how things looked different and more colorful coming back from our work site. The leaves were brighter, and the sun seemed brighter, and the weight I carried for so long didn’t look so dark. It was a nice feeling.
The downside to this since we started packing my son is having a hard time understanding what’s going on. He has never witnessed a moved let alone comprehending the process. He is worried about his bed, and his frustration is starting to show in school.
Pooh went to trauma therapy on Wednesday this week, and I explained the situation. They tried play therapy with two houses and how it will get moved. It didn’t seem to work, and he looked pretty lost and frustrated. By Monday his teacher saw some behaviors.
During work, I thought what to do to help him, and the idea came. I ran it by his teacher, and she liked it as well, so I set everything up before he even got home from the bus.
I went on Google Maps, and I printed up a picture of the house that we are in now and the new one. Also, I took pictures of the three of us. His toys and his clothes, and a U-Haul truck. By the time he got home, I had sat him down and explained to him how it was going to work. He closed his eyes and looked relieved. He went on and said, “I’m sorry I not have good day.”
I hugged him and let him know it was going to be okay. He said, “I scared I be safe.” I reassured him he would be safe, and its going to be so much better. While he was still hugging me, I could feel the vibration of his hands doing a light flapping. That was my cue he was okay.
Jenny was alittlle more of a learning experience. I was getting some attitude from her and she was withdrawing. I asked her to do something and she rolled her eyes at me and that’s when I got upset with her and asked her what her problem was. “Why aren’t you happy about this moving, I did everything you wanted, and still you have to be like that with me.”
She started to cry, so I knew I hit a nerve which worried me, but her response broke my heart, and I didn’t consider it. “Mom I don’t know how to make this move, I’m scared because I never knew what it was like to be happy. It’s an emotion that I have had a hard time with.”
I looked at her sitting in the chair in tears. All I could see was my baby six years old and in pigtails, without a care in the world. “I’m sorry Jenny, I didn’t know this was a struggle” I hugged her regardless she doesn’t like to hug. The good side was it was nice she didn’t resist this time.