I was called up for a conversation at Amos' school for the next day.
Because I wasn't sure about it I asked my dad if he wanted to come with me. But he felt that I should do it on my own.
Then I said that I just wanted the support and to see how the conversation would go, and he went with me.
Amos was of course in his own class. Anyway, when we arrived at school a whole delegation was waiting for us.
The teacher, a psychologist, and another one. A pretty big group was sitting opposite me.
They said: your son isn't normal, he signs way too much.
So what, I said, and my dad got angry and helped me by saying that Amos could also speak really well so it didn't matter.
They didn't know what to say after that, of course. I'm glad my dad helped me.
Then we decided that he would go to the Ammanschool in three months, after the summer vacation.
I went to the principal of the Ammanschool then and he said that Amos could come by that Monday. He thought it was good to start as early as possible.
I went back to the other principal nervously, to tell him that Friday would be the last day my son was going to be at school.
He mumbled something and I repeated that it was the advice of the principle of the Ammanschool and that I agreed with him.
Amos was happy with the transfer and it worked out really well.
At first he had a lot of trouble keeping up. Because at the other school they only spoke and nothing was written down.
It didn't work for him. At his new school they crafted and they wrote and signed and they also learned to speak.
I never went back to his old school.
Amos once said to his teacher: Ms, your hair is hanging in front of your eyes, I think they need to be cut. She was very surprised.
I'll never forget that she came to me to tell me that my son could speak so well.
I stopped going to his school at that point. He had to do it himself.
And three months later he was at the top of his class. He was done with school at nineteen. That says enough.