I got there early to pick him up and watched through the one way window. The teacher was reading DUMBO. His back was to me. I could tell what he was saying just by the way his finger pointed at the pictures. He was engrossed and happy. Smiling, dancing. Interacting with other kids. The lump in my throat dissipated. My heart started to find its way back into my chest. I watched as he washed his hands, sat at the table with other kids, grab the celery from the family style lunch set up...
The teacher said that he is the only kid she's ever seen who would ONLY eat celery at lunch time.
He is good.
I am in recovery.
Hello, My Name is Tina and I am an Obsessed Mother.