The first week started off with a bang, in almost a literal sense, as I stepped off the front steps of a massive intermediate school, papers in hand, and missed that first step. I was in kind of a dream-like state, an altered reality. One where children were well behaved and friendly even in a public school building.
The morning was typically hot, and we were typically late. The first child to go was Elizabeth, to elementary. It seemed pretty welcoming, the walls had a giant clock and big, bold colors on the wall. Everyone was friendly. Even the lady at the front desk, overwhelmed as she was. The principal greeted Miss Lizzie with a friendly handshake, and there went my baby, in uniform, hopping off merrily to her little classroom. For the first time since we left this district, my youngest had a positive attitude again about learning in a public school.
Matt and Sam were next.
We made our way to the office, and it was rather small. The first thought I had was, “Where am I going to fill out our papers?” The lady handed me the packets and we were taken to a large room with snacks and drinks, and there we filled out papers.
I always feel a little uneasy when I take my boys to school. There is a certain anxiety level inside the mind of the parents of special needs kids. We may be lions, of sorts, but we sometimes feel just like we are in Oz.
There were two ladies in the room. They were friendly, and they were helpful. I think it was around eleven a.m. when a man in a suit came by to ask the boys if they needed to go get a lunch, and since I pack their lunch, they just ate it there.
I met the counselor to make sure we had the boys in all separate classes, and make sure their electives were all chosen and in order. This woman was amazing, and she said it was her first day in the district. I would have never known.
The diagnostician introduced herself to me and sat and discussed when we will do the first A.R.D. Thursday is the date. I am actually excited.
I sat in the office of the principal, and I am not sure if the lady I sat with was the principal or not, but I met two really amazing ladies in that office. We got so much taken care of and my mind is at ease.
There is nothing in the world that feels worse than not being able to take the hurt away from your child. You cannot fix everything. The thing is, if I leave my child in the care of any single person or an institution, I trust that institution or person to take care of my child. The last ISD failed in that capacity in every way in which they could. My decisions to homeschool while in that district will never be looked on with regret by me or my children, but the fact that we are in this one again seems to be just as good of a decision.
Sam came home 2 days in a row yelling, “This school is awesome,” and Miss Liz loves her teacher. Matt will never really ever be more than content in a school, but he seems to feel it, as well. It really doesn’t take much to show a kid you care or that they matter. Thank you to all of the ones who do that. You are appreciated.