So, tomorrow. The end of an era. Our little Moose moves on from the cushioned world of early childhood…to the big leagues.
We still have a long road ahead. This year academics has taken a backseat to plain ol’ life skills, and despite a remarkable teacher and a overall incredible school year- this mom is at a crossroads. Where do we go from here? New therapy? Homeschool? Stick it out one more year in the great program he is in?
Which is WHY it has been so quiet around these parts lately. I’m just on a plateau-looking for a sign, praying for grace and energy. A whole lot of praying.
I have been thinking a great deal about education. And what that really means for my two sons who are both markedly different square pegs in a round-hole school system. Well, not Monkey. He’s home for “school” next year. But Moose? Part of my heart wishes to bring him home, but he is with a teacher who has a heart of gold and I don’t know yet if I can do both boys with such profound and different needs. I just don’t know. Only time will tell. Moose is in a great spot “for school” while Monkey would be thrown in a shark tank with a fuzzy curriculum and 30 kids in a class. That was a no brainer.
But first, the sad news. Moose didn’t meet his IEP goals this year. At all. Reading? Not doing it. Math. We still are beating our heads over 1:1 correspondence. But at this point, despite that I know what my son is capable of, we haven’t quite been able to reach him yet. At his IEP this past week, I questioned the methodology. The case manager said that was the first time a parent ever did that in a meeting.
I suggested a few things I’ve noticed here at home. He loves predictable picture books and has some favorites committed to memory. He can memorize book phrases. He is drawn to music. It’s like a small crack of light at the end of the dark hallway.
During my years teaching and private tutoring, I had a lot of tough kids. Nothing I saw in the classroom or in my tutoring business prepared me to be a mother of kids with special needs. Nothing. I’ve never had a kid as a “non-responder”. Which is kind of what Moose did this year.
I really do believe God has given me these boys to crack the code of special needs. I believe the mad skills I’ve earned in my business at The Classroom Creative will serve the needs of my highly visual sons. He does give us the paths we need in life. I believe that. I need the resurrect the energy I had as a teacher in my 20s, and give it to my sons.
My son will read. He will write. He will do math. He will overcome all of this.