After the usual red-tape roller coaster, we’ve got a move in date for Adrian at his new residential school less than 2 weeks from today.
I think my daughter said it best when she told me about a discussion she had with someone about Adrian’s move. “Mom, I was smiling and crying at the same time.” Yeah, that about sums it up for all of us here.
It’s happy. We really think Adrian will appreciate all the extra activity, attention and structure of his new home. We think that having a new set of folks look at him through fresh eyes is going to mean gains in academic, self-care and behavioral skills. We think that the change it’s going to make in our household, especially for the other kids, is going to be life changing.
But it’s also sad. We will miss Adrian. We feel badly that we couldn’t single-handedly provide everything he needs to be as successful as he can be. It’s a decision you wish you never had to make, even if you know it’s the right one.
We realize that neither the smiles nor tears are going anywhere any time soon. In fact, I’m fairly certain that this transition will be easier for Adrian than any of the rest of us. It’s going to take us months to reimagine a different way of living – without Adrian here.