A new school year – a new school – and many changes. It doesn’t seem possible, but Atticus is a 6th grader. He will navigate his way through a new world – learning to transition from class to class, getting to know several new teachers who may not understand his unique ways and needs, organizing and keeping track of individual studies, and spending the school day without recess (something he isn’t very happy about). He’s both excited and scared. Excited to meet all his teachers and afraid of confusion and not being able to keep track of everything.
When school ended in May, we had no idea what school he would attend this year, but I knew where I wanted him to go. I contacted my school of choice in February, with hopes of a smooth transition from his previous school, but it wasn’t as easy as I had hoped. Although the initial interview and shadow day went well, the administrators weren’t sure if they had room in their intervention program for him.
As the months past, I continued to advocate for him – writing emails to the school administrators – one email after the other – telling them of Atticus’s many strengths and accomplishments. I was hoping and praying they would look beyond the school district testing and reports and see the entire child instead. Months past without an answer. I continued to email. I continued to pray.
Although I didn’t want to, I contacted four other schools who promptly informed me they were unable to service Atticus’s needs. I didn’t panic. I continued to email my original choice and advocate for my child. I figured if it didn’t work out, I would have to homeschool.
In mid-July, the school finally contacted me and asked to speak with me and Atticus. Three weeks before school was to begin, I was given the green light to complete the application, and Atticus was accepted into the school of our choice on July 31.
It was down-to-wire, but who cares? Atticus is where I believe he belongs. God has ALWAYS provided for Atticus. Always. Did I think it would be any different this time? Whenever the subject of school came up this summer, Atticus would always tell me that he believed with all his heart that God wanted him at this school. Then he would tell me, “And if He doesn’t, it will be okay. It will all work out the way God wants it.”