It warms my heart...

William's teacher and I have a paper that we communicate with on a daily basis. It basically lets us each know what kind of day/evening he had so we can anticipate how he will be. It allows us to be proactive with his interventions rather than reactive, thus keeping him on a more even keel throughout the entire day/week.

Yesterday, I sent a note saying that at dinner the previous evening, William told us that Mrs. "T" is his best friend, because "the red table gets to her," just as it got to William so he asked to be moved. I thought it was a cute, sweet thing to say and wanted her to know that he thought of her so highly because of their shared sentiments over the students at the red table.

After school yesterday, I noticed that he didn't have a daily note in his backpack. No biggie. We've both forgotten before when things get a little harried. Imagine my surprise when I checked my email later and found this from his teacher...

"We worked a little too close to the end of the day and I didn't get to William's note. I loved his comment about the red table-- I think William is good therapy for me!
He had a good day-- even with a fire drill and a lockdown in the dark. He had no trouble with "making connections." I'm starting to think he thrives with chaos :-)"

Thriving in chaos is a necessity in our family :) And I think William is good therapy for everyone. I don't think they make them any better or sweeter than him.