Sam's last day of school was yesterday, and he was pretty much a mess. This school has been a home for him over the last five years and it's been a safe place for him - and he's comfortable because he knows the people and knows the routine. But it was time to move on, unfortunately.
If this had been me at his age, I would have been counting the days until I was free. But Sam is quite different. I'm sure he was counting the days - but they were filled with dread.
I left work early so I could meet him when his bus brought him home. When he got off the bus,
he seemed to be doing better than he had earlier in the day - but he was still sad.
The night before, he had asked me if we could do something special, and he had made a suggestion or two. So that's what we did.
The first thing he wanted to do, was visit a park that we hadn't been to in many years. He wanted to bring his metal detector and see what he could find. Sam managed to find a fair amount of loose change.
Our second destination was closed so we ended up getting an ice cream at the nearby creamie. Then we walked over to a nature center that Sam had visited with his class earlier in the year. This gave Sam the opportunity to act as a tour guide, which he obviously enjoyed quite a bit.
We headed home afterwards. Sam seemed pretty good for the rest of the day. I hope it lasts.
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