In conclusion, I made the call. You know, the call about the party from the post titled An Invitation.
I called the mom of the birthday child, explained my concerns about leaving Olivia at the party and asked if she's be okay if I stay during the party.
And obviously, she said it was fine.
Which is very cool because in the packet we received from the school in preparation for the IEP meeting on Wednesday, it was written that Olivia needs to be exposed to as many situations that allow her to interact with her peers as possible.
Good thing I can take her to a birthday party for one of her classmates, huh? And quite honestly, if the other mom had told me she'd rather parents drop and leave, Olivia wouldn't have been going.
Can you even imagine that conversation? I mean, maybe I put her in an awkward situation by asking if I could stay but I can't even imagine being told that parents are not invited to stay.
Alas, no fears there, she was very kind about my need to hover over my child. It's nice that my neuroses are so well supported even by perfect strangers.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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