April 15, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
So, like, today is conference day. You know, where I go in and talk to Bug Boy’s teachers and they’re all, “Look! He’s doing great!” And I’m all, “Wow! He’s doing great!” and then they’re all, “Well, except for this social/emotional stuff. But other than that, he’s doing great!” And I’m all, “I’m the worst Mommy Ever.”
I stay in pretty close contact with the teachers. I see them often when I am at the school and I take every opportunity to talk to his homeroom teacher.I do not, however, see his OT and Speech Therapist, so I really have no idea how that is going. Except that he is getting stronger in fine motor areas and he is beginning to be able to classify things (parts of speech) and answer W questions. It is obvious that things are improving.
My fear with Bug Boy is that his explosive anger prohibits him from making and maintaining friendships. One minute they all want to be his friend because he is funny and talkative and the life of the party. He really doesn’t care what anyone thinks (mostly because he isn’t aware of what anyone thinks). The problem is that the next minute he freaks out on his best buddy and gets uninvited to a party. I think that sometimes they are afraid of him, as if they are walking around him on eggshells. Believe me, I know what THAT feels like. We constantly feel like we are working twice as hard to keep the peace and therefore we lose energy very quickly.
The good news is that Bug Boy really is having a FABULOUS first grade year with his FABULOUS multi-age teacher. She is so sweet and loving and kind, the perfect person to work with Bug Boy. He is also working with the Inclusion teacher at least once a week (sometimes more if the schedule allows) and is seeing the school counselor. Added together with the things we do outside of school (sports, Spanish, play dates, Therapist) we are making huge strides. I know he is doing well NOW but we have to keep things in place for when he is older. Fourth and Fifth Grade is when kids like Bug Boy really fall apart. I don’t even want to think about his transition to middle school.
Sigh. It’s supposed to get easier, isn’t it? And yet, I worry more and more. That’s where potatoes come in. Nature’s perfect miracle drug, if you ask me. The only way it can get better is if we add cheese to those mighty potatoes. And I do. Add cheese, I mean. It’s a wonder I can keep my girlish figure, what with all those calories and fat and all. I’m wondering where I get enough exercise to work all of that off. Hmmmm…I wonder. It’s almost like I run around all day chasing a little boy or something. Like, a five-year-old boy. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but this sure sounds familiar…hmmm…