I have never been a great fan of change. As much as I have had great experiences because of change. I still don’t feel comfortable about it. I always used to dread the first day of school with a new teacher. It took me forever to take the steps necessary for me to go to college. I worked in a job much longer than I should have because I was fearful of what lay out there. Even going back to my home filled me with some dread because I knew it would not be the same as when I lived there. I mean I have had the same pillow for over 10 years.. I need to throw it away but that would mean me getting a new one and that is a change. My most recent reluctance to accept change happened yesterday when I visited a blog friend ‘s site only to find that she wisely decided to take a break from blogland and focus on her family and her dreams. I was a wreck because now I don’t have that site to visit as part of my daily regimen. (bye Gracia we’ll miss you! Hope you will not stay away too long.)
My son, and to some extent my daughter, unfortunately is also predisposed to being fearful of change. But simple little changes really throw him off. If his teacher cuts her hair it upsets him. If his routine is off by a little he gets quiet and takes a moment to calm himself by stroking his favorite blanket and sucking his thumb. ( yes he is a thumb sucker.) Today he freaked out because his shadow joined in on his speech therapy. He had gotten accoustom to having the speech therapist to himself. And if a session goes by without mention of his favourite item a train then it was not successful. I know that when school starts back next week Wednesday it is going to be rough for them both because the children would be different. The teachers would be different and what is being taught would be different. My son’s shadow would also be different and I know that is a great cause of concern for me because now some one new will be looking after him and having to learn about all of his idiosyncrasies. I expect next week to filled with tears and tantrums, possibly a few potty accidents (alot of wee wee escapes when nerves and fears come into play.)
But hey change is all a part of growing up and learning right!! So maybe next week and the week after that would go smoothly and there would be no cause for tears or concern. And maybe the changes that occur would be interesting and exciting! Who knows how we will fare! I just know that as much as I may dislike it and fight against it that change is inevitable.
(Just incase you wondered my son has been diagnosed as having mild to moderate autism and doesn’t really do well with change.)