Wing Ding

That’s what the end-of-the-year kindergarten concert was called.  And don’t ask me why, because I haven’t a clue.

Fortunately for the parking situation at Tad’s school, this was only for the half-day classes.  Tad’s class has been working on learning three songs with the next-door half-day general ed kindergarten, so we went to the concert on Wednesday night.

I took lots of pictures, but I wasn’t right up front and close, and so many of my pictures are dark, thanks to the gym’s lighting.  But Tad did extremely well – did all the hand motions and sang along at an appropriate volume level.  I was so proud of him – and he was proud of himself.  Even his teacher and the paraeducators from his class commented on how well he had done.

The sad part is, out of all the kids in Tad’s class, only two others showed up, plus one (possibly two) from the morning class.  It was one of those bittersweet moments.  For a kid like Tad, singing three songs and standing on risers and doing hand motions is doable, if not perfect.  For other kids in his class, it’s simply not doable.

Every day, I am reminded in big and little ways just how fortunate we are to be on the high-functioning end of the spectrum.

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