Happy to walk away from the hostile discussion, I realized I was late to collect our younger son, and I quickened my pace to get out the door.
Annual review meetings with the school district's special education committee determine the following year's placement for a child who receives special education services. It also determines the level and type of those services as well as any supports the child might need.
They are necessary. At best, they aren't fun. At worst, ugh, despair for your child, his future and where to turn for what you feel is a proper education. Sometimes all is smooth. Sometimes parents have to hire a lawyer.
My parents didn't deal with special needs with their children, not in the way my husband and I do. Yet, I truly believe that my mom lived with a special needs household of her own kind. Four kids. Sometimes up to six dogs at once. Fish. Parakeets. Hamsters.
Hamsters that had babies that the neighbor's dog set loose in the basement when he broke into the house. A couple horses and a whole lot of family craziness, and I don't know how she didn't run screaming from the house on a daily basis.
It never occurred to me as a child that she should.
Not even when the love of my life--my dog--got into a fight with a brother's scrappy
Out came the eyeballs, hanging by some something-or-other.
I handled this quite appropriately. I screamed. C'mon, wouldn't you???
Yet, my mom called the vet, learned how to pop the eye back in, and, well, all was well until it happened the next time. No worries.
As a child, I'm sure I was quite useless in such situations. Thank goodness my mom had it under control. After all, that's what parents do, right?
Walking out of the annual review that day, I thought of the events that brought me to my departure. I'm positive that none of the parties were acting at their best. The discussion was headed nowhere in a heated manner, and before it went somewhere my husband and I did NOT want it to go, I stopped it.
It's a parent's right, at least in New York state, so, I exercised it.
Voices high, tempers flared...we all needed a breather. We could have all behaved better. And with that I stood and walked out the door, not looking back and feeling the weight of responsibility that came with directing the lives of our two children.
Our kids don't know the decisions that go into their complicated little lives. They are, after all, just children. And in those moments when I encounter a roadblock on our journey, I want so very much to do the right thing for them.
Have I got it? Can I slap the proverbial eyeball back into the dog's head without a thought and move forward? Lol. Sometimes I wonder.
One thing I do know, as the youngest of four children, I've at least learned to be resilient. If nothing else, I'll just keep at it.
NaBloPoMo July 2012 Challenge. I think I see a light at the end of the tunnel. Is that a mirage?