Bud had an amazing week at school.
That's the word they used: "amazing." It was - he was - amazing. He participated, he transitioned, he talked, he engaged. He played with other children.
There is magic happening in that classroom.
Without question, Bud is performing some startling feats himself. And, also without question, the entire professional team is conjuring up great things. But there is a group of smaller, but no less able, players who are also making magic.
As Bud and I walked to his classroom on Friday, he chatted his way through a script about birthdays, announcing "This is my favorite day of the year! It's my birthday!" A little girl sidled up and fell into step with us, pulling her backpack-on-wheels behind her.
"It's his birthday?" she asked.
"No, he's just pretending it's his birthday," I answered. "It will be his birthday in a couple of weeks, though."
She informed that her birthday was in July, her name was Molly, and she was in Bud's class. I told her it was very nice to meet her, and we continued on to the classroom together.
At the end of the day, Nana waited for Bud at the side door of the classroom, where he is dismissed to us early so that he can avoid the hubbub of the crowd at dismissal time. Bud bounded out the door as his aide reported on his fabulous day, then he returned unprompted to the classroom to shout "Goodbye, Mrs. Parker. Thank you, Mrs. Parker. I had a great day!"
Several of his classmates overheard him, and rushed over to say goodbye. Kelly flew outside first and threw her arms around him as he leaned in for her hug. She returned to the classroom and a moment later our morning friend Molly came out.
"Bye, Bud!" she said, eyeing him, and then backing up slowly as Bud's old friend Sophie appeared.
"Bye, Bud! See you on Monday!" Sophie said, wrapping him in her arms.
"See you Monday," he replied happily.
Then Molly, emboldened as she watched this scene unfold, approached Bud while Sophie returned to the classroom, and she too gave him a big hug and wished him a good weekend before skipping back inside.
It may be that Bud is becoming a ladies' man. My hunch, though, is that he has developed a bond with some classmates who have a strong mothering gene and who are seeking him out to care for him, nurture him, and encourage him.
I already knew that Bud was in good hands; I just had no idea that the hands came in so many different sizes.