Tomorrow we transition back into our typical routines. I have been suspended in a cocoon for the last week. The kids have been out of school. Life was on my terms, I felt in some control, some special moments occurred.

The transition tomorrow signifies less peace, less rest, less control, less quiet, less self determination.

Three beautiful children, one with autism. I go to school each day he attends. He is nine, you see, wears diapers, could run away from school. I am there in case he needs me. I volunteer my time while I am there and let him go about his business.

Transition tomorrow means concerned glances from other parents, well meaning Educators telling me each move Sam makes and Eddie Haskell types treating Sam like a mascot. I want to tell them all to f-off sometimes. Instead I put on a mask of resiliency, confidence and good humored acceptance of everyone's opinion.

I dread it.