Tomorrow is Field Day at Sweet M's school.
On Field Day, if I understand it correctly, all the children go on a bus to some sort of park — a field — and they run around and play some sort of team sports. Personally, I'm Field- Day-impaired because we didn't have this sort of outing at the schools I went to. I think it must be an East Coast thing, or private school thing, because we didn't do this in Southern California public schools.
But Sweet M will not go to Field Day. She has, in fact, been asked to stay home.
After the episode at the Central Park Zoo, the school is a little wary of taking her out in public. I can understand that, though I'm not sure that leaving her out is a long-term solution.
But since Sweet M has never been much for gym class, or competitive sports, her exile from Field Day is certainly not a tragedy. Not even a bad thing. She's thrilled about not going. And I'm delighted to have a weekday with her. I can take the day off, so I suggested we go to the Natural History Museum for the day. There's the Darwin show, which has tortoises, and the butterfly conservatory with all the live butterflies.
Her response: So lay-aim! So lay-aim! I am NOT going to the Natural History Museum!
Okay, so what do you want to do?
I want to go to the zoo.
The zoo with the seals and the rain forest.
She wants to go back to the Central Park Zoo. A re-do of the zoo.
Wish me luck. I'm not going to be stopped from taking Sweet M out in public. I'm so not ready to lock her in an attic. As Kristina Chew points out, we're ambassadors of a sort.
And I'll worry about Sweet M's able-bodied-ist characterization of the Natural History Museum another day.
Keywords: autism • Asperger's Syndrome • ADHD • learning disabilities • speech-language disorders • parenting • family life