Jim and I have been frankly surprised at the almost common-sensical---even a bit blasé---way in which Charlie is adjusting to his new surroundings. It is true, I have yet to hear about how he did today, but something about Charlie's generally peaceful easy-feeling manner this morning (and for the past week since he started at his new school last Monday) has me feeling, well, a bit more peaceful myself.
Charlie was agitated yesterday morning getting on the bus. Jim had been going into work late last week, to see Charlie off on the "new yallo schoolbus!". Charlie missed not having "Daddy, Daddy" around on Monday morning and, while he acceded to my requests to get out of bed, clothes on, breakfast, go out to meet the bus (if s--l--o--w--l---y------), he did not smile. He had a fine day, still, as evinced by his being peeesfohl ee-zeee from the moment he got off the bus to bedtime, despite a change in his afternoon schedule (no ABA team meeting) and heavy, muggy weather.
This morning, Charlie woke up a bit earlier and had time to roll around under the covers. We are sleeping in the lower "basement" level of my in-laws' split-level house. As my in-laws are disabled, an "elevator" chair was installed a few years ago on the staircase. I had been afraid that Charlie, finding himself living in Grandpa's house, would demand constant rides, but he has not.
But an "exxewaiter" ride was a sure good thing this morning. Charlie de-seatbelted himself, got on his shoes and socks, and ran out (pass the bulky, now still chair) to greet the bus, breakfast in hand.
And---as I stood on the lawn and smiled when the drivers who had stopped their cars for Charlie's bus glanced at me (while my in-laws have been long-term residents of their, our, town, they long ago ceased to gambol on the lawn as Charlie now does)----as I turned to go back into the white house and get my bag, I thought, maybe going to school and living and everything in this town, in Granpa Gramma's house, is nothing new to Charlie. He has been visiting here since he was a baby and (when we were traveling out from the Midwest, where we lived until 2001), we always slept in the big downstairs room.
Maybe Charlie feels he has at last come home.