Khalid fell down and busted his head on the corner of the wall. Stood him up and said Khalid, did you hit your head? With blood pouring down his face he answers: No. No tears, no crying. Rocking in pain, but outright denial because he refuses to acknowledge things he finds uncomfortable. He’s an amazing little man, SubhanAllah.
Mashed a kitchen towel against the side of his head and took him to the ER where everybody already knew his name. A two-inch long gash, Alhamdulillah, not too deep. He played iPhone while getting stitches. I asked him how his head felt, he said “sick.”
The kids started school last week, and Khalid is finishing this week- his current school does not have a high enough percentage of English speaking children in it for him to be able to use the words we’ve spent the last two and a half years teaching him. Bad behaviors are being reinforced, and I am running amok this week trying to find another school that will take him.
Incidentally, I am also training the KG department of the current school, because that was an agreement made with the school in exchange for accepting him in the first place. Wonder how many KG departments I’ll have to train before we can find one that sticks. :s
Alhamdulillah, very very busy. Hiring a personal assistant this week, InshaAllah. As well as TEN more therapists. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. AllahuAkbar.