This morning Hubz and I steeled ourselves. It had been a rough night. Tate was up intermittently from 12:30 on. Jake got up at 2:45 after he awoke himself up due to a little pee accident. Hubz and I had duffel bags under our eyes…ugh.
We ate breakfast, barely speaking to each other, as we separately went over in our minds the possible outcomes of Jake’s eligibility and IEP meeting scheduled for 8:00. (By the way, whose brilliant idea was it to schedule this for 8:00 am on a Monday?? Anyone? Anyone??)
Hubz’s parents got here right on time, and we left. On our way, Hubz instinctively turned to go to Tate’s school. We had to double back to go to Jake’s. He turned to me and said, “I am used to going to the other school for bad news.” I nervously laughed.
Thankfully, I had the foresight from my sister, who is a school psychologist, to ask to see the reports ahead of time. We read through them on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. There were no surprises.
The gist is this…our loving, caring, friendly, happy, empathetic soul struggles in school due to moderate speech/language delay, a math learning disability, sensory issues, auditory processing, and inattention. He qualifies for special education services. We figured this.
Jake will continue to receive 60 minutes from the SLP, 60 minutes from the OT per week. He also will see the LD Resource teacher for math for 60 minutes a day. He will go from a math class of 12 to a math class of 3. He gets several accommodations in his regular education class to help him succeed.
I wish Jake didn’t have so many struggles. It hurts my heart when I think of all of the shtuff my kids have to go through just to flippin’ learn the academic basics. Why does it have to be so hard for them? At the same time, it is amazing to see how far Jake has come since first grade. Progress is a beautiful thing…it really is.
He is overcoming obstacles every.single.day. He’s learning that things aren’t easy, they aren’t a “given”. He has to try hard and work hard…but in the end, the problem solving skills that he lacks right now? I think in the end, he will be better off for having figured out different ways to cope, to achieve, to overcome. He’s going to get there…just a little more slowly…a little differently than the “typical” kids his age.
Throughout our meeting the therapists, psychologist, social worker, and teachers continued to state what a great kid we have. They said he’s a joy. He’s respectful. He’s sincere. He’s helpful. He’s friendly. He’s.a.good.kid. And really, isn’t that a lot of it? He can be taught new ways to figure things out. He can use tools and implements to supplement his skills. He can do strengthening exercises to have more stamina. But being a good person at his core?? That is just there. It’s intrinsic to his being.
This life is a roller coaster. It’s filled with ups and downs. It can be a wild, frenetic ride. But once we get through some of the big twists and turns, I think we enjoy the little dips more. And with new goals and an updated plan in place, we have hope for a bright future for our son. He deserves nothing less.