Ugh. Parenting is hard. But you're a good person and a smart person and you love your son. You will handle this.
Simon ,'Objects In Space'
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Parenting is hard. But you're a good person and a smart person and you love your son. You will handle this.
Exactly!
Thanks, guys.
I knew this was sort of a possibility so it didn't shock me. But I really like the teachers and they seemed so willing to try to work with us. I've already called the regional resource center and left a message and called my parent mentor within the school system to try to expedite the evaluation process.
He can still go to class on Friday. I just hope their administrator is in (she was out today) so I can find out if I can get a partial refund for the $200 I paid for September, plus the $100 deposit.
I'm sorry, Cash. I know you were really liking these teachers and they seemed really willing to try to work, it. I'm vibing for excellent help and support and progress for O, and soon.
Oh Cashmere. I'm so sorry. I hope you find a place that will be perfect for both of you.
Oh, Cash. How frustrating. I'm vibing hard for a fruitful session this afternoon with the speech therapist.
called my parent mentor within the school system
I'm so glad you have a mentor. One of my local friends has been navigating her now 9-year-old son's way through special education and mainstreaming and endless rounds of various therapies since he was 3, and having mentors and advocates on her side (and his) has made such a difference.
I'm just sorry you have to wrestle with this mess, and sorry for your tears right now, and sorry that we're not all there to give you tissues and coffee and a little bit of respite.
I'm sorry, Cash. Poor Owen. That sucks.
From the other side of the teacher's desk, I've been having a hell of a morning. So far I have dealt with a nasty email about last year's English teacher from a mother with a history of being difficult in general, a nebulous comment about an "anixety disorder" on a new student's profile that I have to follow up on, a frantic phone call from a mom about her daughter's major social meltdown and possible depression (and a request to meet at 7AM some time this week), and a student who forgot to take her ADHD meds and is bouncing off the walls.
Dear gods. Someone please put me out of my misery.
{{Cashmere}}
{{Kristin}}
{{anyone else who needs it}} for I have skipped like an exceptionally flat rock across a glassy lake.
Some pirate somewhere may have talked like that, who can say?
ugh. I feel you Kristin. This morning I got a tart email from a parent that said (in my words) "my kid has decided to go on this trip that is not academic and you don't have anything to do with. send me the names of the chaperones and a phone number, because you obviously don't have anything else to do but track down my kid"