Lunch in a crowded school cafeteria can be a bit much when you're extra sensitive. Luckily for Riley, she has the option of the cafeteria, or inviting a couple of classmates to join her in the sensory room for a more intimate meal.
This is just another example of how her school is getting it right. Riley isn't the weird girl, freaking out, crying or covering her ears because of the noise. She's the one everyone hopes will pick them, to have lunch with.
Yesterday morning, I stood outside the school with her. She doesn't file in with all the other second graders. It's too wild. We wait for a teacher or aide to come out and get her, but before the aide arrived, one of her little lunch buddies, a "typical," took her hand instead. They walked into school together, the aide watching from ten feet down the hall. The mom watching from ten steps outside the door.
Two little girls, holding hands as they file into school, like it's no big thing.
My heart is full.