Monthly Archives: May 2012
Today was a wonderful day. My son’s Autistic support class had a field trip to the Discovery Center in Binghamton, New York.
Between his dad, his teacher, and I, we planned for my sister and I to meet up with the group and hang out with them for this little adventure. He had no idea it was going to happen. We cooked up the surprise and actually managed to keep him from finding out.
Cameron’s teacher, Nicky, told Cameron that she had a surprise for him in one of the tree houses. She didn’t let on what it was. My sister and I got there about 45 minutes early and waited at what we thought was the correct tree house. We occupied ourselves in the meantime by taking silly pictures of one another.
We saw the group as they arrived; they didn’t see us. I took pictures of them arriving and gathering for the walk down to the playground part of the center.
We watched for them through the slats and branches in the tree house, but they didn’t get near us. I decided to head back to my van for something, when I noticed that the group had stopped at a set of stone bleachers and was listening to a talk given by one of the employees there.
I rushed back to my sister and told her that I had found them. We continued to watch, but they didn’t come over, so I went to my van as I had planned.
They were still there when I got back, so we decided to secretly take pictures of the group. We did a wide circle around the edge of the playground. When we were in position, we snapped pictures, trying to stay out of sight and not ruin the surprise.
We then went back to the tree house to wait. Before long, I saw them get up, but they walked in the opposite direction.They were entering the building.
I decided to send a text to Cameron’s teacher and tell her we were there. I texted, “We’re waiting in the tree house.”
She texted back, “Which one are you in? We have been through two of them.”
I told her that we had seen them arrive and that we had been there for almost an hour. We arranged to meet at the doors.
It turned out that the tree house that she was talking about was inside the building. The playground equipment wasn’t there the year before.
When we got inside, she sent us up into a tree house that was barely big enough to turn around in. She then went to get Cameron.
We waited with our cameras trained on the spot where we knew he would be coming up. Through the lens I saw him come up to the first landing, turn around, and say, “Where is it? Where’s the surprise, Mrs. Greeno?”
She said, “Turn around and look.”
He did, and finally spotted me. He yelled, “Mommy!” and jumped into my arms. “You’re here.” I said, “Yes, I’m here, and so is Ti Ti.”
He was immediately in the role of demonstrator. “Come on, Mommy. Follow me.”
I followed him all over that place. I climbed, I crawled through tunnels, I snapped endless pictures. We had a blast.
It gives you a renewed sense of respect for teachers and aids. There were six children, one teacher, about four aids, and my sister and myself. These children are so hyper and have so little focus, that they are onto the next activity before you quite catch up. It is a real project to keep track of just 6 children, especially with so many other groups there.
One of Cameron’s favorite parts of the day was that he was allowed to go home with mommy. One of my favorite parts of the day was when he jumped into my arms like that and was so glad to see me.