I picked Oscar up from school today after the camping trip. His class had just returned, and I spotted him outside in the middle of a group of friends under the trees by the picnic tables, chatting. One girl was wearing Oscar's new Oakland A's hat, in that way that teenage girls borrow cute boys' clothes. Another raced off when her mom pulled up, but ran back to hug Oscar goodbye. Oscar's tone changed and turned all cool-guy-confident when he called after her "See you Monday, Molly!" And I about peed my pants laughing when I noticed he was still wearing his fleece pajamas, long underwear and a sweatshirt. "It was COLD in Bolinas, Mom, like 50 or 60 degrees!" he argued. But no one else seemed to give a hoot. Oscar's school somehow manages to provide these kids with somewhat typical experiences while still maintaining a wide range of acceptable. "No one cared," Oscar said when I asked if anyone noticed he was still in pjs. Same with the stuffed giraffe he'd insisted on bringing along.
When Oscar was born I grieved that he would never go to a good college, that he wouldn't have children, that he would never live independently. I thought these accomplishments were important, the components of a worthwhile life. But, slowly, really slowly, the standard by which I measured "worth" and "success" started shifting.
What I hope for Oscar is simple in expression though not necessarily in realization. I want him to live a happy, fulfilled life. I hope that he will always have friends and family that love and appreciate him, and work and interests (paid or not) that engage and sustain him. And, of course, I hope he will be safe.
We are heading in the right direction, but today, seeing him so happy and in the mix socially, I started to wonder how will we be able to keep providing him with these types of accepting (fleece pjs? stuffed giraffes?) yet stimulating (teenage flirting?) environments. Most of the kids he goes to school with will go on to college, live independently, hold jobs, have families. At some point Oscar will be left behind.
"But I can't think about that now," I told myself on the drive home. As I listened to Oscar chat on about the walk to the beach, the chasing of chickens, the sheer outdoorsy fun of the trip, my mind drifted to the early conferences we went to, when all the PWS experts kept hammering the importance of social skills training. He's finally in a place where that's happening consistently and I can tell.
(Oscar's school uses a few programs, but the predominant one is the Social Thinking curriculum that Michelle Garcia Winner developed. Social Thinking helps kids learn to think about others in social situations, and in turn, consider how others think about them....when they speak, interact, even dress. The curriculum is rich and tangible and we use much of the vocabulary at home to help reinforce the concepts.)
Oscar with his first giraffe, now one of the fourteen or so he sleeps with each night.