SSDD

Today: I somehow convinced Prima without fighting to read roughly twelve pages of the book she has to do her next book report on (we'll snip the rant re the idea of having book reports in third grade). It's supposed to be about a sports figure. Unsurprisingly, she didn't like this topic. I bought an anorexic little paperback about Jackie Robinson: if it has to be about sports, at least it can be socially conscious. She's interested in these kinds of issues.

Something that made me sad today: there's the great new social skills program. As part of the program (which our school has dragged its ass in implementing, btw: other schools had today's lesson about two months ago. But I digress), there are supposed to be peer mentors. So the teacher did the lesson, and Prima volunteered to be one of the mentors. I'm not sure how she'll feel when she figures out that she's the mentee. And she will figure it out, because she's in that betwixt and between place when it comes to normalcy. What am I communicating? Will we have to have the Disability Talk? But I should be glad that her impulse is to help another child: if I had to pick one virtue for her, I'd pick compassion.

I still don't see why I couldn't have just traded in an arm or leg to someone and spared us all this particular journey.