The phone rings as I am typing up an offer for a client. I see Crestridge School on the caller ID. My heart skips a beat. I take a deep breath an answer the phone. I know this is it.
“Hi Mrs. Chergey, its Michelle from Crestride.” She says evenly and I don’t know if this is a good sign or not.
“Hi Michelle, how are you?” I say trying to sound casual.
“I’m fine, thank you.” She clears her throat as mine goes dry. “So, we heard back from our corporate office regarding Ryan attending our school?” She says it like a question.
“Um hum.” I say thinking it a safe way to respond.
“Well…they are willing to try.” She says and it sounds like she’s smiling.
I feel as if I’m free falling for a second. I respond quickly unable to control my excitement. “Oh! Good! That’s great! Wow, thank you!”
She giggles a little at my gushing, “Well, let me tell you some of the parameters before you get too excited.”Uh oh. “The aides will need to be fingerprinted and screened–.”
“—No problem.” I interrupt.
“And we will do this on a probationary status.” She says this in a firmer tone as if to warn me.
“What does that mean?” I ask, nervously.
“It means, if there are any…issues, ones we feel are not reconcilable, we have the right to expel him.” She says ‘expel’ with a little too much emphasis.
“That is perfectly reasonable.” I say to her calmly. And suddenly I am calm. I have such faith in Dr. Hunter and her team I know this is what we are supposed to do.
“Okay, great. Well, come by to pick up an enrollment package and we will get the ball rolling for next year.” She says happily.
We finish our pleasantries and I hang up and literally jump out of my chair and yelp for joy. I feel relief as if it’s a tangible thing raining down on me. I pick up the phone to call Dan and begin to waiver on the verge of tears. I have these moments once in awhile. As a mother of any child you have moments that move you to tears, but since Ryan was diagnosed I seem to have them more. As if carrying around his diagnosis added a physical burden that seems to break me more often.
“Hello?” Dan says and I can tell he’s in his car.
I try to speak and nothing comes out. I begin to clear my throat and instead I sob.
“Lee? What’s the matter?” His voice pitches in my ear.
“Nothing, I…I just wanted to give you some good news.” I say and sniff while I’ll grab for a tissue.
“Are you crying?” He says concerned.
“Yes…” I heave my shoulders and let out another sob.
“Babe…what is it?” His voice is so tender it makes me cry more.
“Everything is fine. I…heard from Crestridge.” I sniff and sob and wipe my nose. “They are going to let us in on a probationary basis.”
“Really? That’s great!” He says a loudly.
“I know, I know. I’m really happy.” And another sob comes out.
He laughs at the irony and says “Yeah, it sounds like you are thrilled.”