Life Lesons – Proud momma moment! (It’s a good story, I promise.)
I had to visit one of my older boys in the middle school clinic a couple of weeks ago. There was another boy in there who (I assume) was autistic.
He seemed to be a frequent flyer in the nurse’s station from the way he and the nurse interacted. The boy obviously found comfort in her.
While I sat beside my son (DJ), the nurse called for the boy’s teacher to come to get him. The teacher’s assistant walked in shortly after that. The boy said, “Hi, Mrs. Whoever.”
Mrs. Whoever glanced at him, and immediately turned her attention to the nurse and said (in an annoyed tone), “He’s not mine right now.” DJ saw the look on my face and immediately dropped his head.
As the nurse and Mrs. Whoever continued to talk, I pointed out to DJ (in my teacher’s voice) that everyone deserves respect, no matter who they are. And when someone speaks to him, he should speak back.
I also pointed out how Julian will hopefully be able to greet someone in that manner by the time he’s in middle school, and he wouldn’t EVER want someone to ignore his brother’s greeting.
I told DJ (and the rest of the room) that the boy probably worked VERY HARD to get to the point that he COULD make a proper greeting, and that’s not something to ignore.
I would’ve gone on, but Mrs. Whoever left… without the child. I immediately made some small talk with the boy to let him know I could see him, and he was important.
DJ was properly embarrassed by the situation, but he wasn’t the least bit surprised by my response. Later that night, he told my other 8th grader (Ty) about the incident. They told me that they see Mrs. Whoever with the boy all the time and that she’s really nice to him.
I said, “That’s fine. But it only takes a minute to destroy everything the boy has been working on.” (By this time, they both knew his name.) He was a younger student, so they had to do some digging.
Fast forward a couple of weeks… Ever since that incident, DJ and Ty have been giving me reports about their “sightings” of the boy. They tell me what he was doing, what Mrs. Whoever was doing, where they were if they were laughing…
At first, I think they were trying to prove me wrong about Mrs. Whoever. They’re young and don’t have a clue about the real world.