It's been a long time since I heard laughter coming from Wyatt's bedroom. I'm not saying he hasn't laughed in years but I'm saying it has been a while. This year he has finally had friends that he talks to after school. It's hard for me to say that...how can you go through 8 years of school and never have anyone who is talking to you after school. As we all know kids with dmd struggle with friendships and Wyatt is no different. I can remember telling him while playing with some kids in the neighborhood that, "no one wants to play with a boy who yells at them all the time." Wyatt would complain about everything the kids he was with did so they "disappeared" and it has weighed so heavy on my heart....what could or should I have done to help this but I can't change Wyatt. He is who he is and I can only help guide him.
Just this week, I had a meeting with his teachers to help him get through the last 36 days of school and I said he has never had friends and this year I have seen a change in that. The vice principal almost cried. The teachers at school have seen the impulsivity and the rigid thinking alot lately. In all honesty they are trying but Wyatt can push every boundary there is. They are worried that his impulsive mouth will get him in trouble. I know he understands right from wrong but damn that mouth has no filter and he has no foresight to see the consequences of his actions in the heat of the moment. It kills me because Patrick and I have told him over and over how life really is and that his actions have consequences but he doesn't see it til after he does it.
Anyway since he started high school he has been a different kid socially. It makes a mama's heart happy to hear him say he has friends. On Wednesday when he missed school because of doctor's appointment and not feeling 100% he told me his friends were texting asking where he was. He looked at me and said my friends are worried about me because I wasn't in class. He said I'm happy about that, not because they are worried but because they cared. I was able to hold back my tears only because the elevator came and he was mad because the doors were closing too quickly.
So as I sit here and I hear him laughing and talking to his friends I could not be more happy. And as happy as I am the boys only have 33 more school days, I'm even happier how freshman year has gone for him.
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