It’s report card season again. Soon my timeline will be full of my friends sharing photos of happy children holding cards that say “A” and posts about how proud they are of their clever children.
And I’ll be happy for them, I really will. I’ll join in their celebrations with them, write encouraging things, but I won’t be sharing my child’s grades online.
My beautiful, smart, happy, kind girl has Autism Spectrum Disorder. She’s never received an “A” in her life. She works so hard, visibly harder than some of the children in her class to earn her C’s.
And we’re so, so proud of those C’s.
On our Parenting podcast, This Glorious Mess, host Holly Wainwright sits down with mum of two, Julie Jones, to chat about her son Braden’s life with Cerebral Palsy. Post continues below.
We’re proud of every new things she learns, the new skills she masters even if it’s years behind her peers and we are always so proud of how hard she tries. Autism teaches you to rejoice in the little things. We don’t celebrate report cards, team sports wins and school leadership roles.
We celebrate her remembering to hand in her homework for the first time this year.
The trouble is that they do it on a Friday morning when the classroom is being set up for next week. It’s full of new objects, new colours. There’s a weekly spelling test in five minutes to worry about. There is a new lesson on the board, you are chatting about weekend plans with your friends and there is even an amazing new smell because someone has changed their deodorant.