tremendous day.

We were informed last spring that Noah's new teacher would call over the summer. This is a big year. His first year full-time in a mainstreamed classroom. I am nervous. I over think it. I think about Noah's education every single day of my life. I am a firm believer in inclusion and the benefits of a mainstreamed education. But with that comes risks. And a part of me feels like I am throwing him to the wolves. But my inner self, my heart and my hope tells me that he can do this. He can thrive with his "typical" peers. He can make friends even though he does things a little differently. My mom instincts want to always protect him from everything. from everyone.

I got the call today. his new teacher. She was calling to "introduce" herself. But that wasn't necessary. why? Because I know her. I adore her. And as my eyes welled up, I know my emotional excitement was completely evident to her. She used to live in my neighborhood. She has always taught kids with different abilities and her position got cut. She is nothing short of amazing with those kids. I was so saddened to hear a couple years ago that she couldn't find another position with these amazing and special kids. But she landed a general education kindergarten teaching position instead. Move forward two years and this amazing woman is going to be Noah's teacher. I know her. I adore her. And I know he could not be in better hands.

Things don't always happen in this boy's favor. I always try to make it better (er, the squeaky wheel), but am not always able to do that. I am so relieved and thrilled that this time things are in Noah's favor. The right time. The right teacher. Just right.