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Snow Boots to Flip Flops

Posted by on June 7, 2011
A few days after my husband told me we were probably going to be moving to Nebraska, I chaperoned a field trip with my boys to The Dinosaur Place in Oakdale, Connecticut. It was a fun place where the kids got to mine for “gems and crystals”, explore the Dino Trails, and enjoy a picnic.


When we got home, my husband was already there. He said he just had to call the detailer back and then he would come downstairs. I started to pull stuff out to make dinner. I heard the boys upstairs shaking their buckets with their gems in it so I went upstairs in attempts to quiet them down. The office is next to the boys’ room and I overheard my husband on the phone say, “Hawaii”. Now, I’m a bit embarrassed to tell you what I did next. I sent the boys downstairs, explaining daddy was on the phone and needed to be able to hear. I then, pulled a toddler-sized chair out of their room and placed it by the closed office door. Yup, I was ease dropping. Once, my husband hung up the phone, I lightly tapped on the office door and when he opened, I smiled sweetly while asking, “Hawaii?” He explained how he had been talking to one of our friends from his previous squadron and this friend had been recently offered a job in Hawaii, but turned it down. My husband called the detailer and asked if this job was still available. The detailer said, “yes” and gave us 24 hours to determine if Hawaii would work for us.

So at this point, I hopped on the computer and started researching. I found the Kapi’olani Medical Center for Women & Children. I saw that the hospital had two pediatric neurologists, however, it did not look like they treated cerebral palsy specifically. This concerned me because I needed to be sure my youngest son would be able to get Botox treatments when he needs them again. I called and confirmed they have pediatric occupational and physical therapy and that there was not a wait list. I then tried to find out more about the neurologists, but the receptionist did not seem to know about Botox and said the doctors were out of town for a few days.

I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I researched schools. I checked to see if there were any Montessori schools on the island of O’ahu. I found three of them. The first one I called was an AMI (Association Montessori Internationale) certified school. I called them, but I did not get warm fuzzies at all. This school was only two years old and had some negative reviews on Google, but I was trying to keep an open mind. I asked the lady about the Elementary class. Normally in Montessori classrooms you would expect there to be a grouping of 6-9 year olds together, but they have 6-12 year olds together. I voiced my concern over this. I mean there is a BIG different between a 6 year old and a 12 year old. She told me that there would be boys joining the 6th graders next year. I told her that I think she misunderstood me and that I have a 6 year old and not a 6th grader. She then got short with me. So, I then asked her how many 6 year olds are in the classroom. She could not even give me an estimate. If you are in charge of a school, how can you not know this? I crossed them off of my list.

Next, I called Montessori Community School. I read good things about this school online, however, when I called I was told there was a waitlist for the Elementary classroom. Hmmm. Finally, I called Kawaiaha’O Church School. They said they did have openings.

Once, I was sure the boys would have a school to attend, I stumbled upon Shriners Hospital for Children located in Honolulu. I called them and was able to speak with a woman that told me that they do Botox treatments at their facility. She said I would need to apply for care for my youngest, but that this is just really a technicality and just consists of filling out a form.

That phone call was the call I needed to be able to tell my husband, say “yes”. So it would now seem that we will be putting our snow boots into storage and pulling out the flip flops!


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