Life On The B Side

Taking all that life throws at us one moment at a time

Jay Jay (Which is a title influenced by the Tom Tom GPS system. Hey, it is Throw Back Thursday) January 19, 2017

So, this is where I force myself to write about something palatable.  Otherwise known as, anything that doesn’t rhyme with Detsy TeDos.  (I am willing to have off the air conversations around that topic.)

 

Writing in general helps to calm my nerves and clear my mind so that’s what I am going to do today in the hopes that it will help.

Since I was kind of desperate for a topic, I initially set out yesterday to write about how I have made the decision to cut out french fries from my diet.  I love french fries.  Nothing goes better with a chicken sandwich or Chick-Fil-A nuggets than fries.  AmIright???  But deep fried carbs are not a particularly good idea for my hips.  I was even going to throw in that I have been forgoing the elevator at my job and climbing the three flights of stairs.  Baby steps people.  Baby steps.  I am no health nut or exercise enthusiast.

 

But then … Something happened this morning that I want to write about it.

Here’s what happened.

Usually Shaunie drops Jay off at his before school program.  I drop Ace.  (Well, I don’t drop him.  I drop him off at school)

Today, however, she didn’t have to go to work so I was responsible for dropping both kids.

As I was pulling around to where he usually gets delivered, Jay started telling me that I was not to go that way.

I ignored him and kept driving.

It was early and dark still and there were no other cars on that particular road and no real reason for me to follow the route that cars typically follow when there’s a trail of cars doing drop offs.  I MAY have gone “in” an “out” parking lot entrance because it’s easier.  Maybe.

So anyway, I assumed that’s what Jay was protesting.

He wouldn’t let it go.

No Mom. Don’t go that way. That is not the way. Go where the buses go. That is not right. You have to go the other way.  Nobody goes that way. You need to go another way.”

I parked, told him to get out the car – He was still protesting – And we walked to the door where …….. There was a big sign pinned up telling us that they had temporarily relocated to  a different area.  

We got back in the car and Jay basically said “I told you so.”

Then before I could say anything to defend my self – I’m not sure what I would have said but I don’t like to be wrong – He said “I will be your GPS.”

My son, who I didn’t even KNOW had not only *grown but was now *proficient in telling left from right proceeded to guide me to the correct location.

Turn right here.  Not this one.  Right.  Right.  Left.  Now stop.  This is where you take me.”

 

I was able to safely deliver my boy to his care takers and go on about my business and start my day feeling good about all the things that he learns that have nothing to do with me.  I drove off feeling incredibly grateful to all the teachers and therapists and aides who educate him in ways that I often am not acutely aware of.  I felt so happy that he is able to attend a wonderful local public school that is properly funded and whose Special Education dept is fully supported, where the laws around IDEA and FAPE are understood/enforced and whose teachers and principal think in creative ways and use innovative tools to cater their lessons to each students learning style because they truly want to see ALL OUR KIDS succeed.

 

 

If you understood what I did there then {high five}.