Actually, it was Tuesday, but I got around to taking the pic on Wednesday. After months of online school, it doesn't really matter. He's in the middle of saying "Happy Birthday", so obviously he has no idea what is going on. Monday, we went to his old school with gifts we'd made for his team of 8 teachers and support staff. We also picked up some of his stuff from the classroom. It broke my heart a little when he asked his main teacher for a hug and she had to say no. "Next week?" he suggested. But of course, there is no next week. There may not be a next year.
It's on a day like this that I get so angry and frustrated by the belligerent incompetence of the federal administration. A lot of stress and heart-break could have been avoided if someone competent was in charge during this national crisis. I've been struggling for months trying to decide if private pre-kindergarten was better than going straight to kindergarten. If finding a private speech therapist would even be possible. And now, no one knows what school will look like next year. If the inevitable resurgence of this virus will mean that the boy will spend the whole year with next to no contact with children that he needs. See, now I'm getting mad again.
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