It's no surprise to most of you who know me that last year's Kindergarten school year was not my favorite...to say the least. I was so relieved to have summer here but with that came anxiety for The Boy to begin 1st grade. The anxiety came to a head a few weeks ago when August hit and the new school year was inevitable. Sleepless nights, troublesome dreams, tears and gastrointestinal issues were my body's way of dealing with the constant worry.
I knew neither myself or any of my family could have a repeat year. Maybe it is because I only have one child and I'm "available" to give him my full focus of stress, but really I think it's because I heard him say things like, "I'm just a failure" (pronounced "fay-ler" if your Jameson). I knew this would be a pivotal year for his self concept not to mention his scholastic success. He could not have the 1st grade teacher he was assigned to. So I came up with a plan - a plan of how to get him transferred into the more positive, easy-going teacher who seemed like a breath of fresh air to me and my family.
Easier said than done. It essentially took an act of congress. Thank you to my dear friend Erin who coached me through it and kept me persistent without being a bully to those individuals who could make this change happen. Thank you too to The Huz. His calm but insistent manner only aided in this critical step. It is nothing short of a huge blessing for our family.
2 comments:
I am so right there with you. Hang on, you only have 11 more years to go through. I had panic attacks all week, you would think I would be used to sending them off!!
Nine, I feel your pain. I had the Asst. Superintendent tell me when Austin was in fourth grade that as the parent don't ever forget you are your child's only advocate! You have the right to stomp your feet and make sure J is with the right teacher! I finally got to the point that I didn't care if the administration liked me or not, I had to make sure Austin was where he needed to be and getting the curriculum he needed.
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