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When I first met MyJamie he was attending a skill center during the weekday. He called it going to work and sometimes the rode the van. Sometimes MyFella took him. Looking back, I think MyFella took him on his way to work and one of the employees who drove the van was sort of a family friend and asked the family to let them pick up MyJamie, that he would like to. So they did.
MyJamie was short and in MyFella's truck, or most any car, you couldn't always see there was a person from other angles in other cars. You had to pull up right beside him. MyFella tells a story that one coworker was finding herself often behind or beside MyFella and thought he talked to himself on the way to work until one day she pulled up on the passenger side and finally saw that MyJamie was in the truck. MyFella got a big laugh that day when she told him she thought he talked to himself.
When I started having Fridays off or weekdays off and MyJamie was at the skill center I would ask their Mom if I could pick him up. I thought it was fun, the way a favorite aunt or uncle picks up a kid from school. It would surprise MyJamie and we could have time together. They would remind me you had to go early because he was riding the van home now so I had to get there before the van left. Their Mom would call and tell them I was coming to get him, that I had permission to get him.
I would make my way to the room where he was, usually in a group setting doing something, and the moment he saw me he'd jump up and say "BYE!"
Bye yaw!
Bye!
He'd run to get his coat or his lunch box or whatever and I had to run after him because he would run for the door without waiting for me. I guess afraid if he waited too long they would change their mind about letting him go with me so he'd run out with me chasing me. There's a step on the porch of the front door and I was always afraid he would trip, but of course he'd gone in and out for decades.
One day MyFella told me, "Mom put you on the list. You don't have to ask her to call anymore. She put you on their list." Of course I would never go without asking her, without making sure she knew I would have him and not the van. It meant the world to me though that I was on his list, that I could get my guy, my friend, and we could go have our adventure.
MyJamie was short and in MyFella's truck, or most any car, you couldn't always see there was a person from other angles in other cars. You had to pull up right beside him. MyFella tells a story that one coworker was finding herself often behind or beside MyFella and thought he talked to himself on the way to work until one day she pulled up on the passenger side and finally saw that MyJamie was in the truck. MyFella got a big laugh that day when she told him she thought he talked to himself.
When I started having Fridays off or weekdays off and MyJamie was at the skill center I would ask their Mom if I could pick him up. I thought it was fun, the way a favorite aunt or uncle picks up a kid from school. It would surprise MyJamie and we could have time together. They would remind me you had to go early because he was riding the van home now so I had to get there before the van left. Their Mom would call and tell them I was coming to get him, that I had permission to get him.
I would make my way to the room where he was, usually in a group setting doing something, and the moment he saw me he'd jump up and say "BYE!"
Bye yaw!
Bye!
He'd run to get his coat or his lunch box or whatever and I had to run after him because he would run for the door without waiting for me. I guess afraid if he waited too long they would change their mind about letting him go with me so he'd run out with me chasing me. There's a step on the porch of the front door and I was always afraid he would trip, but of course he'd gone in and out for decades.
One day MyFella told me, "Mom put you on the list. You don't have to ask her to call anymore. She put you on their list." Of course I would never go without asking her, without making sure she knew I would have him and not the van. It meant the world to me though that I was on his list, that I could get my guy, my friend, and we could go have our adventure.
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