Report Cards
No one should have to cry after reading her son’s report card. #specialneeds #autism #ADHD
– my tweet on Saturday morning
Our boys brought home their report cards on Friday. Along with report cards, we get our trimester progress reports on IEP’s. It’s such a thrilling painful time when these come home.
Tate’s report card was good. He’s handling the workload well, and he is progressing through the differentiated curriculum at the right pace. He seems to be on track for several of his IEP goals, and when I was a little surprised about his not having started on a few, I reached out to his specialists. (Waiting to hear back…)
Jake’s report card made me cry. He’s a “joy to have in class”. He is “trying really hard”. He is “working at his potential”. But. Always a “but”. He is struggling….he is making progress towards several of the objectives that 2nd graders are taught, but he is behind most of his peers. He is talking out in class. He is unable to work independently. Sighhhhh.
Jake’s latest scores in reading bought him some more support. I was notified on Friday that the team thinks it is in his best interest to do the reading intervention with the resource teacher. So, they pulled him out of lab and small group, and he’ll do that work with her,where she can tailor it more specifically to his needs. (At least they told me before they implemented it this time…and sent home an addendum to his IEP.)
I realize that his IEP was implemented in January…but little has been started, so there is little progress to report. Boo! And my fantasies of Jake mastering his IEP goals with panache and speed are shattered, as reality presents itslef in black and white.
I ache when I think of how my boys struggle every day in school. It shouldn’t be this hard…should it?? Some of it is sensory, some of it is attention, and some of it is processing. So many hurdles to overcome…
Today, I am disappointed with myself for being so upset over these reports. They aren’t horrid, just not great, either. And we all want greatness for our kids, do we not.
