Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

House of Cards

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You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

Kenny Rogers, The Gambler, United Artists, 1978

I’d woken up to an email with the news that a school we’d wanted for Pudding had declined her admission. Really it shouldn’t have been a surprise. I’d sent them all her reports and evaluations, and I’d been very explicit about her needs. I’d made sure they’d seen the worst of her.  Wherever she ends up going to school, they have to be able to accommodate her at her very worst. Even if most of the time she performs well, I need to have the confidence that she can be supported at all times, or I just can’t let her go.  I can’t.  The preschool was part of a regular international school, it would have been a stretch for them, and for Pudding too.

I’d thought they’d get to see her at her best, but they won’t get a chance now.  They folded.  Their loss.

I’d let myself hope that with an aide, and outside therapies, it could work. I’d let myself hope for inclusion, and much needed socialization with typically developing peers.  Her friends and classmates would be other families like us.

But more than that.

I’d pictured a scenario where she went to the local international school on the bus, rather than driving several miles day in, day out, to a special school.  Not only would she be like the other kids, but I’d get to be like the other parents.  I’d be able to consider returning to work.  I imagined a life with two incomes, less money stresses, being able to provide for both kids’ needs.  I don’t know when this started to matter, but somehow I’d stacked up a house of cards, and it had to come crashing down.  My loss.

The rest of my day was busy, but my mind didn’t wander far from the email.  I returned home from Pudding’s occupational therapy, and set back to work on my quest for the elusive perfect school.  We have options, and some of them are very good, but they aren’t very convenient.  And they won’t involve an inclusive setting.  Her loss?  Perhaps, perhaps not.

It would have been a gamble, to see if she could handle it.  We weren’t trying it because she was ready, because it was time.  My gamble, not hers.  My high-roller could have come out winning, but she could just have easily gone bust.  I was playing my hand, not hers.  It is for the best.  The stakes were too high.

Now we are dealt another hand.  I don’t know if there is a pit boss, but I do know the house always wins.  Whichever school is lucky enough to get my girl will hit the jackpot.  And as for socialization with typical peers, I’ll find some aces to stash up my sleeve.

These cards we have been dealt aren’t so bad.  We needed a shuffle, to learn how to play properly.  Every hand can be a winner.  I have to believe that.

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Written by Spectrummy Mummy

March 10, 2011 at 11:52 am

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  1. And I really hope you DO get dealt the winning hand x

    fiona2107

    March 10, 2011 at 7:32 am

  2. with you at the table, you’ll always come out a winner.

    akbutler

    March 10, 2011 at 8:56 am

  3. (((HUGS)))

    That’s all I know to say.

    Laura

    March 10, 2011 at 9:38 am

  4. {{{hugs}}} and I hope it al works out. xx 🙂

    alienhippy

    March 10, 2011 at 2:46 pm

  5. I had my hopes dashed so many times with Jake and schools, but the place he landed, seemingly by default, very late in the process last year has turned out to be the perfect school for him, a real godsend. I hope you and Pudding are as lucky as we were. She deserves wonderful. {Hugs.}

    Varda (SquashedMom)

    March 10, 2011 at 3:33 pm

  6. Ok – this may be too cliche – but I believe it – everything happens for a reason. Even if you can’t see it yet. I too send you hugs!!

    solodialogue

    March 10, 2011 at 6:18 pm

  7. Sad. I’m sorry, truly. But there are challenges with inclusion too, and getting the proper supports. We’re dealing with that now. No matter what, challenges, always. But our children will soar, I have no doubt. None of us are leaving this table, even if we bust. We’re in it for the long haul. Sooner or later we’ll hit a blackjack.

    Flannery

    March 10, 2011 at 9:02 pm

  8. It is hard to accept the loss of something like this, even though it was never an absolute – it is so easy to get invested in the hope of the idea of that kind of school experience for Pudding and the possibilities it might mean for you, not you as Spectrummy Mummmy but you as a person separate from your children who would like to return to work in some capacity, and all that entails (grown ups to converse with! extra income!) The dashing of that hope is hard to take, however realistic, optimistic you are, it is still going to sting.
    But you are so, so right, wherever Pudding does attend, they will be so lucky to meet her, know her and learn from her AND the added bonus of a mother such as you right there supporting her every move. Good luck with the search for what will be right for you all. Hugs from me, too 🙂

    DQ

    March 11, 2011 at 12:16 am

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  10. […] little over a year ago, I wrote this post lamenting that a school wouldn’t accept Pudding.  It was the first time she’d been […]


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