Friend, I remember being in your shoes, when my first born was placed in the inclusion class. I worried about her. I worried she may say the wrong thing. I worried she may not get the attention she needed. I worried that the child with disabilities may impact my child negatively, and I sat back and watched that year as she lived and learned through being in the that class, that class that had kids with identified needs and children whose needs were identified through the year. I can tell you that she was not the only one who learned, I learned too.
I learned that having a child in an inclusion class CAN and will mean that my child may have to wait a little longer, they may have to progress a little slower and they may struggle with frustration at times but I learned how these lessons can be valuable.
I learned that sometimes I would be in the classroom for parties or to help out (I was the room mom that year) and I may be scared or overwhelmed at times with other children's behaviors or lack of self control but I also learned that it made me a better mother. I learned to have more understanding and empathy for what that parent was going through. I also learned how lucky I was to have a fairly typical child.
My child took away valuable lessons that she has carried with her today. She is often looked to as a partner or a leader because of her ability to work with children who are differently abled and what an honor it is to have a parent of a special needs child email, call or stop me and thank me for her kindness because truly, that first year, that year with the inclusion class is the reason she is who she is today.
Recently I have learned of more than one of my "friends" who don't want their children in inclusion class. Perhaps its for similar reasons that I held in my heart. Perhaps you have your own reasons. Either way, I want you to know I don't judge. I live with my daughter and I know just how hard it is to be with her. I know how scary it is when she's having a difficult melt down and that she can overwhelm other children and adults when she loses self-control, I get it but I do want to tell you a little about her.
Like you carried your child, I carried her, I was blessed to carry her full term. Like you, I rocked her, nursed her and held her close. Like you, I had my own dreams and hopes for her. I had ideas for who she was and what she was going to be. Like you, I imagined that she would be amazing. She would obviously dance at 2, play soccer at 4 and would be smart just like her father. Sadly, my dreams were not realized as easily as I had hoped but what I will also tell you is living the last 4 years with my child has made me a better person than I ever was before her. I have become a better mother, wife and friend. Her struggles and her issues have made me a better daughter, teacher and support. I have become a better coach, I have become a better person, because of her and mostly because of her disability.
I will also tell you about her siblings. They have learned to be selfless-because of her. They have learned not to fear children unlike themselves and how to embrace them. They are the first kids to comfort, console or CHOOSE to be with children with disabilities. I get calls, emails and have face to face conversations with teachers, therapists and parents that thank me and it was nothing I taught them, it was their sister. Those calls, those emails and those conversations are so much more valuable to me than grades on a piece of paper that mean nothing after school concludes and they become the leaders of tomorrow.
Still, if you choose that that class is not right for