“So you’re the family from the new inclusion program,” she said. She looked down at Milo, who was trying to show her his notebook. “Well. We’ll see how it works out.”
Then she turned away before he could open it.
Milo didn’t notice. I did.
His first day was better than anything I’d imagined. He came bursting through the front door Monday afternoon.
“Mom! I love school! We have a guinea pig named Pickles!”
On Tuesday, he told us about a boy named Felix.
“He sat next to me! He loves dinosaurs too! He likes the Ankylosaurus, which is wrong, but that’s okay.”
On Wednesday, he came home almost floating.
“Some big kids asked me to sit with them at lunch! Fifth graders! There’s a club, Mom. A secret club.”
Jonah and I looked at each other over his head and grinned like fools. Our son had friends.
On Thursday night, he laid out his clothes for the next morning without being asked. He packed his blue backpack, checked it twice, and zipped it up.
