Saturday, August 15, 2009

The prodigal son

Diver returns tomorrow.
I'm nervous.
I've been solo for 7 weeks. And while it's been lonely, I've become accustomed to it.
Diver has been at camp for 7 weeks, in the heart of the place he loves best, with structure, routine and community that meet *all* his needs. He's become accustomed to that.
I can't provide it, which I regret. Like all kids on the spectrum, Diver likes routine and structure. Despite my best efforts, I have never been able to match what he gets at camp.
School doesn't start for three weeks. We will survive, but it will be precarious.

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