I saw the mom of the 6-year-old with Down syndrome today. I didn’t say hello, not right away, since she’s been standoffish since I gave her the bag with the books and the Down syndrome information last week. But today she approached me. Turns out, she DID call some of the numbers I gave her. She was confused by some of it — I had to send her back to the Starbucks receipt I gave her originally, where I’d scrawled the number for intake services through the state’s assistance program. My bad, I should have been better organized from the start.
I feel much better.
And Ms. X called yesterday to report proudly that Sophie did not try to escape from the playground.
It’s going to be a long year.