You know I am currently teaching special needs pre-K children. They range in age from three to five. Each of them has some degree of developmental delay. Preschool is designed to help them “catch up” cognitively with their peers before they enter kindergarten. Most of them succeed, but some of them will never bridge the gap.
David just turned five years old. This is his last year in pre-K, and his third year in Ms. Jewls’ class. After almost two years struggling with the concept, David finally potty trained. He has been out of Pull-Ups for a couple of months now with only one accident at school, and that while he was napping.
Today as we were getting ready for lunch, David was in line to wash his hands when he suddenly yelled, “Potty,” and turned to leave the room. Chez and K.K., goofing off as usual, were scooting across the floor on their bottoms and in his way. David got confused trying to go around them and burst into tears.
He stumbled past the junior acrobats and started to run, still crying — and peeing. He ran across the classroom, out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. Rather then standing in one spot and making a single puddle, he splattered and splashed all the way. Once he got to the bathroom he stood in the corner and cried. Ms. Alyce took his clean clothes and the baby wipes, and went to clean him up and tell him it was okay, accidents happen.
David wasn’t easy to console. What bothered me most was his little chant as he sobbed, “David stupid. David stupid. David stupid.” I guarantee he did not learn that in our room.