I do not like being a dough head. I usually don't add this to my list of qualities when turning in my resume. Lately, I have been feeling this way much too often for my comfort zone and was hoping my fellow bloggers, family and friends could enlighten me.
I am feeling terribly overwhelmed and ignorant about Spencer attending school in the next few weeks. I have received a few letters from the traditional kindergarten teacher, welcoming Spencer to her class. Well, Spencer will not be attending her class per se, he will be in the cognitively impaired classroom full time. Is this just a formality? Also, there is an online list of school supplies for each classroom. Kindergarten is listed and then cognitive disabilities for 4-6 grade. Which list is for Spencer? Open House/registration is dated but not next to cognitively disabled. Do we attend?
I feel so out of my depth, so I emailed Spencer's ld teacher from the school website asking these questions and apologizing for my ignorance. I have only met her once, this last spring, when evaluating Spencer for the ld room and if we and the teacher thought he would be a good fit. I instantly liked her and she said Spencer would be a perfect fit for her room. That is the last I have heard from her and wonder if I should have done or should be doing more. I realize this is "real" school and not the Early Childhood program where much hand holding was done with parents. Am I overreacting? You can tell me, I don't mind. It might be just what I need to hear. Overprotective parent, maybe? I am slightly, ok a lot, OCD; is this a factor? Oh, heck, Jesus take me now!!!
Also Spencer just had an MRI, goes for a consultation with his neurosurgeon this next Monday, I will explain more later, has therapy (which I need to take off work for) every Wednesday morning, has an eye appointment the second day of school and needs a physical by a certain date. Calgon!!!
Welcome to not only being a parent of a school age child but a special needs one. Is this overwhelming panic typical and will it become less overbearing as I get used to it? Do I need a large and herbal smelling chill pill?
At the times when I feel like I am drowning in life, I look at pictures of my three heroes. Left, my gone but not forgotten nephew, Colin, center, Spencer and right, my nephew Sam. This was taken Christmas morning in 2003. Three little boys with more on their shoulders than ever should be. Makes my whining seem petty and then I stop!