I should not be saying this. I should not be putting it out there in black and white.
I know this, but I'm doing it anyway.
Something is going on with Noah.
It's hard to describe. It's mostly subtle. But I see it.
His teacher sees it.
It's something good.
I think something clicked!
He's more agreeable. He's happier. He's more tuned in.
He's reading marginally better. More fluently.
He's turning out his bedroom light with out a reminder. He isn't giving us grief when we ask him to turn the TV off in the basement.
We've also had a few good conversations that he initiated. He asked what "retard" meant, and we had a great conversation about why it was mean to use that word and where it came from. Then today he asked what "suicide" is.
Yesterday he was sitting on the front lawn and two kids across the street were teasing him. He handled it like a champ and didn't take the bait. That is so huge!
It's only been a week. It's mostly in school and for the couple hours after he comes home.
He's still struggling when Rich and Kiel get home and the dynamic changes. He can still be a total butt head. In fact he proved that today after a celebratory ice cream sundae and landed himself in bed at 7pm.
I don't know how long this will last, but I'm going to enjoy it for as long as it does!