06/01/2026
Today was my son's first day of school at a new school. After 2 years at a regular kindergarten and a break in between, we enrolled him into a school for children with special needs. It's not special needs really. It is simply the need for more support. Before I carry on, I just want to assert that I am writing this to express how it is entirely possible to love your child for who they are, support their needs, whilst simultaneously grieving the milestones that they will miss.
I had researched a number of different schools and visited a few over the past few months. We finally decided on this one. We got him ready for school and took his first day picture (at home). As my husband, Dev, parked the car, he turned to him and said, "Thank you ride me (Thank you for driving me), Daddy. " It's usually me who sends him and picks him up from everywhere, so Daddy gets the effusive "Thank you". What else is new? Haha. First day of school, so Daddy made a point to be there.
Ishaan was happy and excited to go. He got out of the car and happily took his bag before going into the school. We dropped him off into the safe hands of one of the teachers. As we were leaving, Dev mentioned that he was not so sure about the school...
I asked Dev if it was really about the school or the fact that he has to go to a special school in the first place, and not a regular school. When I said that, Dev teared up. I did as well. As a parent of a child who has extra support needs, there is a lot of joy that we experience (from who he is as a person as anyone who knows him can attest to), but there is also grief. The joy pretty much overrides the grief and the grief is managed by taking the next actionable step; doing what needs to be done (pragmatic focus). However, we are human and it does leak out from time to time. Life is more challenging for him, through no fault of his own.
We hope this school is a good fit. If not, it's back to square one. We did home-schooling and online phonics lessons in the interim between kindy and his current school. Online classes were a very poor fit, as Ishaan could not focus beyond 15 minutes (although the teacher was patient and good) and the other half of the class was spent with me wrangling a baby alligator, trying to get him to stay in his seat.
Is this the end of us researching and figuring out the best way to support him? As most parents know (regardless if their children need additional support or not) , the answer to that is, "Not quite" or perhaps "Maybe, for now."
The important thing is, he was happy and excited to be there and we'll take it a step at a time, as it comes.
If you've read all the way to this point, thank you.