The Long Hall
I remember walking into this school for the first time. Rowan’s class was at the end of this long hallway. She was 3 at the time, and not even close to walking. She had a gait trainer (walker) and medical stroller at home to use during therapy, but she fought those, so home they stayed. On her first day of school, I had a lump in my throat walking down this long hallway. I carried Rowan and pushed her younger brother in his stroller past all of this equipment, on our way the Physically Impaired Class. I saw children of varying abilities, some more severe than Rowan. I did not want to be on this hall. I didn’t even want to know it existed.
2.5 years later, we WALKED down this hallway for the last time. Rowan has graduated to “Kindergarten” and we have decided on a new school. Holding hands and walking out of this school, I felt proud to be a parent on this hall. I have had teachers, administrators, and fellow parents love my child and my family fiercely here. After years of walking this hall, I am thankful for what it has taught me:
ALWAYS hold the door.
If you are uncomfortable with someone’s disability, the best thing to do is look them in the eye, smile, and say “Good Morning.”
Ask for and offer help. Angels are among US.
My child’s epic meltdown just makes me relatable.
“Mom arms” are a myth. Carrying 2 children, a backpack, and lunch every day won’t give you killer arms, just pit stains.
Tardiness is close to Godliness.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
I take these lessons from the long hall with me this year. Rowan’s new school is an answer to many prayers. We can’t believe we will be a part of this new school and community. With such a rare diagnosis, the right school or environment hasn’t been an easy decision but we feel excited and at peace that we have found the right place for her to learn and grow, possibly into adulthood.
On her first day of school this year, I know I will pull up to her new school with a heart of gratitude for the possibilities and opportunity to thrive. I also know that when I am in the quiet of my car, I will wish things were different. BUT I know this place is right where God wants us and I will come to love it and claim it as ours.
For all the teachers headed back to school, thank you. I know this time is an adjustment for you as well! Your work truly matters, especially to this mom.