Today, LM came home early. His teachers said he said his stomach was hurting him. It may have been but not from a bug. Just nerves. Why wouldn’t this fantastic boy get his stomach so into knots he’d need to come home early?
Today is the eleven month anniversary of his hospitalization. His first one and the one that counts. When the stress of his previous school, that fanciest of schools and their awful stoplights and inexperience with helping kids who need help and their hanging aura of expectations and stress no child should feel, broke him with a nervous breakdown on the seventh week of school.
I’ll never forgot picking him up that day, from under the principal’s filing cabinet, with a thousand yard stare. It took a full minute for his eyes to focus on my face, another to recognize me.
Today, he did a “make your own fossil” kit my parents sent for Rosh Hashanah (I don’t know why that but whatever). He did it, on his own accord and design, with minimal help from adults. Yesterday and the week before, we did two Lego kits together, because he wanted to. That is massive for us. He is wanting create and explore and do. He played some simple cords for my mom for her birthday, because he wanted to.
His fears are melting away. He will never walk without his scars but they are becoming smooth. He is shifting into himself. Who knows what will happen next, but for right now - in this moment - he is becoming full and fantastic.