Back to School

Today the Little Miss headed back to school for the first time since March. She went on a classroom tour last week, and got to spend time with her teachers and read them some books.

To say I’m worried is an understatement. This virus has changed pretty much everything, and being a family on the autism spectrum adds a twist to that.

Little Miss has issues like I do with things touching her face. I have had to go through multiple masks – and I have a few that I rotate through depending on the circumstances. We’re hoping that she will be able to keep her mask on most of the day.

My stomach is twisted into knots, because of the worry about this pandemic and because, well, I worry about everything. Kiddo means the world to me, so that adds another layer. She loves learning, she loves school. But she doesn’t do well right now with online learning or being homeschooled, so I have to find our own way of getting through this. I can’t wish away the virus. I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist. I’m in several high-risk groups for it, and that is, again, another layer of worry.

But I digress there. I have hope that things are going to go well, I have hope that soon we’ll see a working vaccine. I have hope that she’ll flourish with her teachers.

As she got on her transportation to school, I teared up today. I don’t usually get teary about things, and while some think I may have been getting sentimental about school for myself – it was from worry about her. Worry about so much.

We will see how this goes. I am blessed that I have wonderful people supporting me, supporting my family.

I will try to keep that hope alive.