I was at cub scout daycamp tonight getting information on how camp will be run this week, and one of my scouts' mom, who is my friend, mentioned to me that her son is going to be mainstreamed this year in school. I burst out with joy, and then I started to cry. I am so happy and so proud of Zane, he's a great person and I love to have him over to play with Guy. Guy loves him too, and I am just so thrilled that the school - who often does not go out on a limb for a kid - made a decision to do this without the insistance of the parent. Zane will do well, and I am now probably going to spend more time in school to watch him succeed.
Zane is austistic. I love talking to him and he has a wonderful brother and a little sister who thinks my daughter is the be-all end-all in life. And the parents are really nice too.
The mom is the person who gave me a little "feet" pin a few months ago at the tax day protest. It is an exact replica of a baby's feet at 10 weeks old in the womb. I wear it all the time and even though they have gone through the laundry a few times, they are holding up great. The feet mean a lot to me, probably a tangible symbol of my feelings toward pro choice options. It is hard to look at the feet and say it's okay, it really is.
I saw those feet once, when Chloe was 10 weeks old and I had an internal sonogram. An internal sonogram means they essentially took a bat with a camera in it, and stuck it where the sun don't shine. But I saw, and I realized that they are people way before we realize it. And it makes it very difficult to think about what happens to them sometimes.
I say this because Zane is a kid I would have chosen to have if I were his mother. He's different, but he is fun and sweet and smart. He is a child I would be proud of. I just love him and his family and I am so glad he is progressing.
This is what life is all about. It doesn't get better than moments like today. I have the best husband in the world, wonderful children, and have surrounded myself with incredible people who care for their children. It's a wonderful life.
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