Mona's Word – Change
Sorry, guys. A nasty old cyst knocked me out for a while. Every time I think I've got the thing beat...some things never change.
And other things do, so very quickly. The boyos just graduated from kindergarten. I remember shopping schools when they were two, and tearing up on the way home because they weren't my 'babies' anymore. And then I came to my senses and remembered that this was a good thing, that I never, ever wanted babies forever. I want eventual friends.
They made me proud. And they made me cry. A couple days before graduation, we took them in early for an awards ceremony because they had both won. Teacher's discretion, she picked out five kids from her class who showed the true spirit of their school. Jack won an award for being Respectful to His Teachers and Fellow Students, and Declan won for Making Sure Everyone Was Always Safe, Even on the Playground.
These awards are not what made me proud. They are pieces of paper.
What makes me proud is actually seeing these traits in my boyos, in the classroom if not always at home. Jack says his pleases and thank yous and sits quietly when asked. Declan is the first one to run to a kid who's been hurt, and the first to share the ball or marker.
But that's not what made me cry.
What made me cry was graduation. The kids filed in one by one to “Pomp and Circumstance”, some straggling, some happy for the attention. I waited for my guys to come in. There was a break in the line – a kid and then no one, no one, no one. And then there was James*.
The story I've heard that is that James is a triplet. Mom had a difficult labor, and James didn't get all the oxygen he needed. So he's in a 'wheeling chair' as the boyos call it, possibly blind, or at best sight-impaired. He undergoes periodic operations to help him walk and move better. James does not speak, but he makes wonderful, happy noises when he hears music.
So there was James in his wheeling chair, pushed by one of his therapists. And there were my boyos, Jack just in front, respectfully leading the way for him and stopping and looking back to make sure everything was ok, and Declan at James' side, hand on his arm, making sure he was safe.
Those are my good, good boyos.
Who are currently trying to kill each other. Excuse me please...
*Name changed of course.