All my heart....
Today I had the meeting with the local school district to discuss the possibility of Jack beginning Kindergarten this fall. I brought school work, pictures he has drawn and a few notes from his teacher.
When I sat down at the table with the two women I introduced myself and then asked for them to remind me who they were?
One was a rep fro the Early intervention that has Jacks case since he was two, the other woman was a child psychologist.
OK?
They quickly told me i needed to sign here, here, and here.
hhmm?
OK so lets start over.
What is our goal here today?
OH well we are going to decide if Jack is ready for Kindergarten and if he is what kind of intervention he will need in order to succeed.
Oh really?
Well- Here is the story- I am not signing anything at this time, he is not starting kindergarten in the fall and he is not in need of any more intervention than he has already.
He has speech therapy four days a week and after being evaluated by two different developmental pediatricians at this time that is the as far as we are going.
I chatted and gave my Jack stories.
They then pulled out a one page evaluation of Jacks performance in his school.
It was good.
It was "graded" as ready for kindergarten.
He is not going.
We all agreed that accounting for his speech delay and his late birthday and his Jackism's we will re-evaluate in late spring for a pre-k that will work for him.
I realized today that I truly adore this child.
I was not letting anyone bully my boy into kindergarten when he woul dbe starting at a disadvantage.
Not Happening.
I laid in bed with him tonight, He moves over in his single bed and pulls the covers down for me. I snuggle in with him and we lie facing eachother.
We say prayers together:
God bless Mommy and Daddy and ALlie and Missi.
God Bless Nana and Bobchi and all my AUnts and Uncles.
God bless my cousins and friends and keep everyone safe.
Most of all God Bless JAck, help me be brave and caring,
true of heart and mind, keep me healthy and safe.
Most of all help me be a good boy.
Goodnight God and Thank you for listening to my prayer.
We face oneanother and he touches my face and tells me All my heart Mommy.
Love you all my heart .
then he laughs a small quiet middle of the night giggle.
I told him I love him so so so very much.
Then he told me he didtn want to got o school tomorrow, he wants to stay home with Mommy all day.
I explained that I have to work, at the school and teach.
He then told me he wants to be a teacher someday, and a daddy.
You want to be a daddy?
Yes, have children and be a daddy who is a teacher.
I asked who his wife would be, he said Maggie.
I told him that mommy might be an angel by then, and if I am I will visit you everyday, even if you dont see me.
He said Oh mommy, you are Jacks angel today.
He rolled over and curled up and went to sleep.
If i could paint with words what he smell like, how he sounds when he sleeps, How his hand feels in my hand. He gets into our bed in the morning and pulls in next to me and sighs "oh Mommy"
I love him, love him love him.
I will be dust and a long ago memory for some people and will be in love with this boy.
I dont want to leave him, ever, I dont want anyone else to have him.
I need to live a long time.
My prayer tonight
Dear God, Help me take care of myself.
I need to live for my children and husband.
I want to be a NAna
I want to see my husband retire and relax.
So Please help me lose weight.
remind me tomorrow that I need to stop and think,
Goodnight, thanks for listening
When I sat down at the table with the two women I introduced myself and then asked for them to remind me who they were?
One was a rep fro the Early intervention that has Jacks case since he was two, the other woman was a child psychologist.
OK?
They quickly told me i needed to sign here, here, and here.
hhmm?
OK so lets start over.
What is our goal here today?
OH well we are going to decide if Jack is ready for Kindergarten and if he is what kind of intervention he will need in order to succeed.
Oh really?
Well- Here is the story- I am not signing anything at this time, he is not starting kindergarten in the fall and he is not in need of any more intervention than he has already.
He has speech therapy four days a week and after being evaluated by two different developmental pediatricians at this time that is the as far as we are going.
I chatted and gave my Jack stories.
They then pulled out a one page evaluation of Jacks performance in his school.
It was good.
It was "graded" as ready for kindergarten.
He is not going.
We all agreed that accounting for his speech delay and his late birthday and his Jackism's we will re-evaluate in late spring for a pre-k that will work for him.
I realized today that I truly adore this child.
I was not letting anyone bully my boy into kindergarten when he woul dbe starting at a disadvantage.
Not Happening.
I laid in bed with him tonight, He moves over in his single bed and pulls the covers down for me. I snuggle in with him and we lie facing eachother.
We say prayers together:
God bless Mommy and Daddy and ALlie and Missi.
God Bless Nana and Bobchi and all my AUnts and Uncles.
God bless my cousins and friends and keep everyone safe.
Most of all God Bless JAck, help me be brave and caring,
true of heart and mind, keep me healthy and safe.
Most of all help me be a good boy.
Goodnight God and Thank you for listening to my prayer.
We face oneanother and he touches my face and tells me All my heart Mommy.
Love you all my heart .
then he laughs a small quiet middle of the night giggle.
I told him I love him so so so very much.
Then he told me he didtn want to got o school tomorrow, he wants to stay home with Mommy all day.
I explained that I have to work, at the school and teach.
He then told me he wants to be a teacher someday, and a daddy.
You want to be a daddy?
Yes, have children and be a daddy who is a teacher.
I asked who his wife would be, he said Maggie.
I told him that mommy might be an angel by then, and if I am I will visit you everyday, even if you dont see me.
He said Oh mommy, you are Jacks angel today.
He rolled over and curled up and went to sleep.
If i could paint with words what he smell like, how he sounds when he sleeps, How his hand feels in my hand. He gets into our bed in the morning and pulls in next to me and sighs "oh Mommy"
I love him, love him love him.
I will be dust and a long ago memory for some people and will be in love with this boy.
I dont want to leave him, ever, I dont want anyone else to have him.
I need to live a long time.
My prayer tonight
Dear God, Help me take care of myself.
I need to live for my children and husband.
I want to be a NAna
I want to see my husband retire and relax.
So Please help me lose weight.
remind me tomorrow that I need to stop and think,
Goodnight, thanks for listening
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