More and more it's hard to tell that Max has autism. He presents very much like a typical six year old. He's prone to tattling, to moments of obstinence, to somehow reaching an unreachable pitch with his whining....
He's doing well at school. Seems my anticipation of any possible negative turn has actually brought about nothing but good turns. I'm happy to shoulder all that anxiety for him. Seems like a Mummy job to me.
We got his first ever report card last week. He pretty much scored B's throughout (meeting the provincial standards). The noticeable exception?? The A he received for dance and movement... that particularly cited his skills for doing the Bird Dance and the Macarena. Seriously.
My boy can't be captured on paper. The school reports what he shows them, the skills he demonstrates. What I can't help but feel is what he allows them to see. At the parent teacher interview, his teacher passionately spoke of her intent to help him communicate what she knows he knows. I wish her much success, and little frustration!
Max is brilliant, both academically, and intuitively. He learns through integration and involvement. He shares his knowledge through engagement. Easy enough to understand, much harder to achieve. And people wonder why we need educational assistants...
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