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Ronnie Polaneczky

There are portions of my life that I tend to omit from my blog.  Simply because I want to honor others' privacy.  Just because I don't mind broadcasting my life, doesn't mean others share the same enthusiasm.  So please forgive me, if sometimes I seem vague.  

Anyways, so I often mention working with my 'little buddy'.  A little about that.  Many of you know that I am a SAHM.  I suppose that is not entirely true as I work a part-time job.  It is two hours a day, 5 days a week.  I really don't consider it a job for many reasons.  One of which is that I take Haley with me.  

At this 'job', I am working with a young man who happens to have special needs.  Down Syndrome and Autism.  It is strange, after some time of working with him, I tend to forget that he even has special needs.  Through the years, I have adapted to his communication style and his needs.  Each day is hardly seamless--but I cherish the two hours we spend together and I love watching Haley and him interact and play.  Most days I believe that he is helping me more than I am helping him.  

In the two hours I spend with him, he brings me more laughs and smiles then most adults enjoy in an entire day.  For example, I had to giggle at this:
He loves to hide things and then ask my help to find whatever he has hidden.  It is very entertaining, and let me tell you--he is a good little hider.  As you can see above, the remote control found it's way into the microwave!  Thank goodness he didn't turn it on (I was standing in the kitchen when he did this, so I was making sure he didn't)  

I'm breaking my rule and sharing a little bit about this young man because he is such a huge part of my life.  He has taught me so much.  Working with him has been a once in a lifetime experience and I hope to have him in my life forever.  

Which brings me to this:

Today, on Facebook--the Dr.Laura fan page posted an article that I wanted to pass along.  I beg for you to take time--and be aware:

Ronnie Polaneczky

I'm hoping they will follow up on this case, as I want to know more about it.  If the accusations are true--we are already heading down a scary road.  And this, breaks my heart.  


Comments

Staci said…
I have been following this story. It is SO sad that any parent would even be put through this. I can't even imagine and I pray the outcome is not what I fear it will be...
1/19/2012 10:02 AM
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