We are about the start the second week of school. K started up 2nd grade at a new school. I am like any parent in this situation worried about his adjustment.
Making friends for him after the injury has become difficult. It takes him a few seconds to process information, and if he is in an overstimulated environment, it is harder for him to reply to questions.
So I worry if the kids will be kind and give him time to answer.
He is aware of his challenges, so on the first day of school, he asked. “Mom, what if the kids tell me I look like a monster?” some kids told him this when we just left the hospital, and his eye was not fully open. He has made progress, but he is self-conscious
My heart broke, I didn't know it could brake more, but it did. I could only say that we can't control what people do, say, or think. The only thing we can control is how we react to them.
Then I held his face in my hands and told him. You are not a monster; you do not look like a monster. You are beautiful inside and out. As I said those words, there was fear behind them. Fear that my words will not be enough to comfort him when facing challenges.
His eyes, though, told me at that moment. I was enough. My words were enough.
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