What a school year it has been here under the Big Top!
Only four more days left in this school year then, oh for goodness sakes, my two youngest children will be a SENIOR and a FIFTH GRADER!!!
I’m so proud of both of these babies of mine. They both have worked hard managing more than their fair share of obstacles to persevere, grow (a lot) and accomplish much. For Daniel it is especially gratifying. Remember the beginning of this school year? How we fought so hard to keep him in the same school and found ourselves defending the special education the school district provides for him because the law demands it? Well, guess who made the honor roll?
Go ahead, guess….
Can I hear a loud “OH YEAH BABY!!!“?!
So dear Mr. Dennis Wyatt, to answer your question that you posed seven months ago: “The question that no one is asking given the budget crisis is whether we can continue to afford to support special education in K-12 at the current level. That may sound like borderline blasphemy just to ask the question, but it needs to be asked…” …
Can we afford it?
Is it really worth it?
Is it worth it spending all the money, time and energy on a child with obvious learning challenges and delays along with sensory processing dysfunctions that sometimes make it virtually impossible to focus and learn?
Oh hell yeah!!!
I can assure you that no one amongst his peers worked as hard as he did to EARN that 3.0. Truly remarkable is he, my amazing son. Again I am reminded how lucky my son is, How truly fortunate and amazing and remarkable. But today, this time I am reminded in a way that makes me so proud of him and the people who have come along side of him to support him and encourage him. This beyond the normal that we have learned to celebrate as parents of a child who was first presented little chance for survival or any kind of good quality of life. This is a feat worth celebrating…even for the normal.
OMG, my amazing baby boy made honor roll!!!!
Yeah, okay mom, enough with the pictures!
Oh dear glob they are bubbling up…and they ain’t no female, pms-y kind of hormones either!
My sweet boy, my beautiful son is 11 years old and the hormones are starting to bubble up. No, they aren’t a raging, rolling boil…yet. But they are just at the boiling point and…
I’m not liking it.
I have survived four girls through the transition of child to stinky pre-teen to raging adolescence. This can not possibly be hard for me anymore.
I’ve got this.
I believed that.
I truly did.
I thought wrong.
Oh my goodness! My sweet little boy suddenly is one big gloomy, grumpy, irritated, annoyed person and he is directing that flood of emotions at me…complete with heavy sighs and eye rolls.
What indeed, son. We both are wondering what right now. Although I have to confess that my “what” is actually a three word “what“.
Then this comes on.
Oh my darling boy! Not a day goes by where I am not reminded just how fortunate, how so damn lucky we are…
Yesterday was one of those days. My heart breaks for another family, another amazing, brave and strong one like you. So I close my eyes and cry hot tears while I offer up a quick thanks for you…and say a prayer for the other. Then I say thank you for these hormones that are just beginning to bubble up to a boil because I get to experience them…again…with you.
When it has been evident since you were a tiny, premature baby in the NICU that you are indeed magical, there is only one way to start the day that is your 11th birthday.
OH MY GLOB, Daniel Quinn is ELEVEN YEARS OLD!!!
And being the wizened eleven year old that he is, he tells me the owl and the letter that was waiting for him outside his bedroom door early this morning is not for real.
I seriously can’t wait for him to come home from school because there is more wizarding magic to come to celebrate this wonderful, magical, miraculous boy of mine.
Our boy is growing! He has grown so much of late that it is time for a new belt.
After months of practice and a week of study and preparation, it is time for him to take his blue belt test. Anyone who might have seen him at Tae Kwon Do, oh say six months ago, would not recognize him as he practices now.
Oh hey! Hi there dirty window!
Seriously, don’t you hate that at kids’ sporting events, or dance recitals, or school plays or anywhere else people do THIS…without even a glance backwards to notice that there are people behind them who now can’t see a thing except their body? Honestly! What is wrong with people? She seemed genuinely surprised over the notion of her standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND SEVERAL OTHER PARENTS was blocking our view.
Sorry. That is a major pet peeve of mine. Where was I? Oh yeah…So determined. So focused.
Watching him say goodbye to his old belt and then hello to his new belt, I couldn’t help but recall how far he come in just three short years…three years to this very day!
From a white belt…
to earning his blue belt.
Way to go Tae Kwon Dan!