Zack broke my heart last week. He came home one day and said that he thought there was a kid in one of the other 1st-grade classes who had had surgery like him. I asked him why he thought that...could he see a scar? His response? No, he just has a big head like me. I told him his head wasn't big and that one of the reasons why he had all the surgeries was so that his head would be normal. He (very matter-of-factly) said that he always thought his head was bigger than other kids.
None of it seemed to bother him at all. I just hate that he still thinks of himself as "different." (And for the record he just was in the 1st-grade musical this week, and his head is no bigger than the rest of the kids...and I had no clue who he thought the other kid with a big head was.)
In other news, we got a note home that he was having trouble seeing the Smart Board, even when she moved him closer. Ophth follow-up is Tuesday...wondering what we'll find out, but I suspect that patching only an hour a day is not working. Guessing we're heading for more patching or glasses. Uugh.