So it’s 2017 and in all the excitement of leaving behind the painful year that was 2016, the monstrous first few days of Trump’s presidency caught us by surprise.
It’s been a right old walloping of realization that he is exactly who he looked and sounded like he was on the campaign trail.
Despite all the reassuring “he wouldn’t” “he couldn’t” and “he doesn’t mean that literally” musings from the astounded and excited; he did, he is and he has.
And he’s showing no signs of letting up.
But as we head into February I’m grateful for two things;
1/ I don’t have to live under his administration – and
2/ School’s back!
School being back is exciting for both Claudia and me – for different reasons.
I get my days back again and Claudia gets back to her friends and the teachers she adores.
There is one teacher of whom she’s especially fond.
“Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, where’s Nigel? Nigel back this year? Nigel back? Nigel, Nigel Nigel”
Nigel, bless him, was away for all of last year, taking paternity leave to look after his own three children. Claudia mentioned it every day. More than once.
So now she’s back and he’s back and she’s still talking about him, reminding me he’s back, asking me to ask him to let her access the internet and telling me he has a dog named Oscar.
She often talks to herself as she drifts off to sleep and his name comes up there too.
It’s not easy being the object of her affections. She is known to launch herself at loved ones, head-locking them with her gangly left arm and vice-like grip, so they’re stuck with their faces in her armpit as she giggles with joy. Not that fun. Poor Nigel.
It’s probably wildly inappropriate too ~ however innocent her affection, it’s certainly uncomfortable to be in the grip of her wild pointy strong embrace.
Just ask Trevor.
Trevor drives the minivan which picks her up and she loves Trevor nearly as much as she does Nigel. He’s certainly on the receiving end of her physical signs of affection.
Both men are sweet and kind and patient as they gently untangle themselves from her elbows and chin, but I know it’s annoying. I have to find a way to allow her to be affectionate with people without overwhelming them, or crossing the lines of comfort and acceptability.
Any ideas gratefully received.
We had a scare last year when a bunch of bureaucrats with no apparent knowledge of people with special needs decreed suddenly that bus drivers were not allowed to “touch” the students at all. Including assisting them. Parents had be the ones helping them in and out of the vehicle and help them with the seat belts, both on and off. Ridiculous!
For Claudia, part of Trevor’s appeal is that He is in Charge of a Bus!
From the moment she leaves our door He’s in charge. His commands = her obedience.
She’ll attempt to get in and out of the bus – for him – and is getting better at it and more independent. She wouldn’t do it for me – it’s not my bus, it’s Trevor’s!
He has the skills, patience and trust required to help her on her continuing quest to get on and off the vehicle safely and independently. I don’t.
Her ongoing independence and my ongoing back pain were at stake here!
It was an ill-advised confusing (for the students) unworkable (for the drivers) annoying (for the parents) nonsense for us all.
Thankfully it never ensued as an absolute. Or I would have had to find my way to whoever decided that was a good idea and set Claudia onto them. She’s strong.