Tomorrow is Riley's first day of school and as I put her to bed, she is fretful.
"I don't want to go," she whimpers. "It will be new teachers and new kids and new everything."
"Yes, you have Mrs. K. and Mrs. M. and they are both really, really nice. Remember we went last week to say hello and to see your class?"
"I don't want to go. It's going to be awful." She flips over in her bed, and I snuggle up behind her.
"And you have K. and S. in your class. Good friends that live right here on our street."
"Mommy. I still don't want to go." She tosses around in her bed, fists clenched with worry.
Holy Spirit, please help me know what to say, how to help her.
"Riley. Did you know that Mrs. M. is there especially for you? Did you know that she's a really great teacher, and she could have decided to teach any kids in the whole world, and she chose to work with kids with Asperger's?"
"She did?" She turns to face me.
"Yes. She did. She loves kids with Asperger's and she totally gets you."
"Really?" The dimple makes an appearance.
"Really. That's why I am so excited for you. I think it's going to be your best year yet."
Giving her a kiss I pull the covers up to her neck how she likes it. I stack her three pillows, just so. Hand her the favorite lovie.
"Well.....maybe.....I do want to go," she smiles, tucking her lovie under her neck.
A couple more hugs. A couple more kisses.
Turn on the relaxing CD.
Walk out quietly.
Glance back at her.