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What Her Classmate Didn't Do When My Child With Cerebral Palsy Needed Help

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It was Monday, August 11, 2008 – the first day of school, ever, for my daughter Sarah Kate, who has cerebral palsy. My husband, Mr. Andi, took a job in Mayberry five months earlier, and Sarah Kate and I moved down to join him at the end of July. Although she’d spent a few years in mother’s-day-out and preschool programs, she’d never done it in Mayberry, nor had she met any of the children who lived here.


After years of worrying, she was finally starting school. I know a lot of moms are sentimental about the first day of school, but that isn’t me. I didn’t worry about my baby being separated from me. Perhaps that’s a dubious facet of my personality or perhaps my baptism-by-fire into motherhood cured me of separation issues (she did, after all, spend her first 53 days apart from me in the NICU).

What I did worry about was how she would do in “real” school, navigating hallways and a larger class size and a lunchroom with kids who didn’t know her.

Unlike me, Sarah Kate had no fear.

After “Meet the Teacher Day,” she declared she didn’t want me to walk in with her on that first day and maintained she’d be just fine by herself right up until that first morning. In the end, I did walk in with her — not because she was afraid, but because amid all of the excitement she forgot to stop me. She posed in front of the school’s white picket fence, confident but impatient before we walked into the building.

All of the children were lined up, seated on the floor in the gym, arranged by classroom but in no particular order. I snapped a few quick shots of her, marveling at her lack of apprehension. She struck up a conversation with the boy sitting behind her — a sweet boy named Ben whose mom would later become my oft-mentioned friend, Dawn. The time came for the kids to head for their classrooms, and she was gone.

Recently, my friend Jenny sent me this article about a young woman with cerebral palsy studying abroad in Greece. Greece wasn’t wheelchair-friendly, so the other students with her “found a way.” It reminded me of that first kindergarten class and Sarah Kate’s teacher, Mrs. T.

Although she’d been walking independently for about two years, Sarah Kate had only learned to stand still a few weeks before school started — at home, under supervision, not in a busy classroom or hallway. Mrs. T invited Sarah Kate to do a “show and tell” about her AFOs and her walking challenges. Mr. Andi went to school to help out and witnessed her telling her classmates it’s hard for her to walk “because I have holes in my head.”

Not long after, I went to the school to have lunch with her. At the end of lunch, when the kids were lining up to leave, Sarah Kate dutifully got in line. I saw her stumble and start to fall, reaching out to grab the nearest object which happened to be the shoulder of the boy in front of her. It’s a scene that had played out many times before and almost every time – if the object was a person – she would still fall because the person would turn toward her when she grabbed them, inadvertently pulling her support out from under her.

But that’s not what happened.

The boy never moved. He didn’t shrug, turn his shoulder or even look in her direction. I could tell from his posture, however, that it wasn’t because he hadn’t noticed her. When Sarah Kate grabbed him, he became motionless — for her — and he stayed that way until she regained her balance. When she let go of him, he continued on with what he was doing before the interruption, as if it had never happened.

Mrs. T cultivated a family in that kindergarten classroom.

Every member of that family knew what Sarah Kate’s limitations were, and they knew what they were supposed to do when she needed help. That little boy knew that when Sarah Kate grabbed him, the best way he could help her was just by being still until she could recover on her own. Mrs. T knew what to do to ensure Sarah Kate was fully included, not singled out, just another kid in the class.

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If you’re the parent of a preschooler with a disability, you probably dread the beginning of school. In six months, my son, Nathan, who has Down syndrome, will leave the cocoon of preschool and join the other kindergarteners at the Big School and it scares me every bit as much as it did seven years ago — and probably as much or more as it may scare you. But it will (probably) be OK.

Because if your child begins his school career with a wonderful teacher like Mrs. T, it will be better than OK.

It will be awesome.

A version of this post originally appeared on Bringing the Sunshine.

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Originally published: June 28, 2015
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