Back to school time in our house, like many other homes, is marked by stress, uncertainty, and readjustment. Aside from the usual tension surrounding school re-entry, I have had the burden of wondering how our children would fare during another traditional school year and how their new teachers would adapt to their different learning needs and my requests for special accommodations for them. Honestly, I never know what to expect, and traditionally it has taken me some seriously positive self-talk to get through the first two weeks of school. (Well, self-talk and wine. Who are we kidding?)
My heightened level of personal anxiety surrounding the advent of the school year began the day Joe started Junior Kindergarten. That day, I walked him into his classroom as I had done in previous years to ease the apprehension of my nervous boy. I’d enrolled him in as many years of preschool as possible because I knew he would benefit from extra adjustment time. He was five then and beginning his third classroom experience. I was cautiously optimistic that upon meeting his teacher he would smile his shy little smile but remain quiet and be the sweet, deep-thinking little fellow he was at home. Instead, when his teacher Mrs. Smith approached him to introduce herself, Joe dropped to all fours and began to bark. I am not kidding. He was on all fours. Barking. To compound an already embarrassing situation, Joe had speech issues and his “woofs” were not woofs at all but were actually “wooks.” There he was, crawling around the floor in front of the other kids, wooking. It was awkward at best. The other parents looked at me sideways with bemused pity. The teacher, smiling politely, asked me what he was doing. I had to tell her that apparently he was pretending to be a dog and barking his own introduction, something he had never done before. At that point, I turned 50 shades of red, kissed my puppy on the head, wished Mrs. Smith well, and walked out. I cried most of the way home. And thus began my less than stellar experience with back to school. Sigh.
This year my back to school stress was compounded by the fact that they were starting at a new school. There was a whole new list of variables for me. New teachers and school staff I had not yet met. New classrooms. New pick-up and drop-off routines. New parents to meet. New procedures to learn. It was all way too much newness for introverted me. I went bravely forward with it, though, because Havern is a school for children with learning disabilities. For nearly a half a century they have been offering hope to parents like me with kids like Joe and Luke. If any school could offer the breakthrough chance our dyslexic sons need to get on track with learning, to achieve the way in which they are capable, and to at last feel smart despite their differences, Havern was it.
On the first day of school, both boys seemed surprisingly calm. I walked them to their classrooms and introduced them to their teachers. There were no barking dog incidents, so I left feeling fairly optimistic. When pick up time arrived, I stood on the lawn waiting for them to be dismissed to my care, praying that the day had gone well for them and that they were indeed committed to this change in their education. Joe ran out first and confidently announced that he had the “best school day ever.” Luke quickly followed and told me that his new school was “epic.” (I have no doubt this pronouncement was impacted by the knowledge that the school has a Lego Club.) I almost asked the principal to verify that my boys had truly been in school all day. Perhaps she could pinch me because this could not possibly be my reality. It was surreal.
I have spent most of the past six years running the gamut of emotions, vacillating between denial, anger, depression, anxiety, disappointment, frustration, and even bitterness about our sons’ developmental and learning issues. I’ve wondered why them and why me? I’ve felt lost, just as they have. Tonight, though, after attending Back to School night and talking with other parents and the boys’ teachers, after sitting in their classrooms and looking at their class schedules, I finally see the forest for the trees. Our boys are not broken, and they never have been. They just hadn’t found their place yet. Tonight my dreams for them came true. They’ve finally found a home.
“You is kind, you is smart, you is important.” (The Help). Every kid needs to feel that, and it makes my heart do a little dance that your boys will now:).
Mine too, Heather. By the way, my boys loved that movie. Bet you can’t guess why. 😉
The toilet scene:)?
And btw I know you’ve always let them know how special they are–just glad they’re now in a learning environment where they can experience the success they were meant for.
Aw! I’m SO happy to hear that this is a good fit. I know how hard you worked at looking at schools and getting them placed – all of that paperwork! I’m happy to hear that it’s going well, they love it and you have some relief & peace. Yay!
I am so relieved. They will get the assistance they need here, and I can already see their ease and self-confidence growing. :)-
While I read this, I laughed and then I cried. So happy for you and the boys and praying that it only gets more epic!
Thanks, Tracy. I am definitely feeling encouraged.
So happy for your boys AND you! Sounds like you are on the verge of a very good year. And consider this… perhaps when Joe is grown and has kids of his own, you can revisit the wooking dog incident and share a good laugh — although he may vehemently deny it ever happened. 🙂
I’ve already reminded Joe about the wooking dog story. He thinks it’s funny now, but perhaps he won’t be as amused if I tell his prom date someday. 😉
Beautiful. Brought tears to my eyes. So happy for the boys.
Thanks for the nice compliment, Suzanne. 🙂
Thrilled and excited beyond words!!!
Glad to hear things are off to a great start in the new school.
Credit to you and Steve for making the switch.
Funny, did I ever tell you one of my closest friends has two boys named Bow & Luke? (Bowin, to be exact). Close to Joe & Luke! Anyway, their father’s name is Joe! They named the kids loosely after Beau & Luke on “Dukes of Hazzard”. Even had a dog named Daisy at one point.
Happy anniversary. I’ve been following livenowandzen for a year.
Wishing continued good fortune for the boys in their new “home”!
Be at peace,
Thanks for your comment and for following my now sporadic blog. It’s continually a great treat to read your posts. I deeply appreciate your wisdom.
Too funny about Bow and Luke. I remember The Dukes of Hazard, and from time to time it crosses my mind that the show is the reason I like the sound of “Joe and Luke” together. 🙂