We've been dealing with a lot in our home lately. Some of it has been really hard, and some has been really exciting.
The Hard stuff:
When Jonathan started school about a month ago(or almost) we never imagined we'd ever have to deal with certain things. Some things we expected, and some complications arose that leave us feeling disturbed and sad.
Jonathan is beginning to notice that he has some challenges that make him not like other kids. He has been progressing steadily with his speech therapy, but still struggles to be understood real well when he speaks.
It really broke my heart when he came home one day in the second week of school and told me that his "words were broken and not working". He was feeling frustrated (and is still today).
It didn't help this situation when I found out the next thing.
After a few days of pure crying spells on Jonathan's behalf and him taking out his feelings out on mommy. I asked what was going on and he told me that kids were calling him names at some point in the day.
I sent the teacher an email both telling her the things I was hearing from him and asking what she had seen and heard. The teacher was very helpful and has so far been in his corner supporting him. She told me that this hadn't happened in her classroom and was probably happening on the school bus.
This was confirmed twice. WE HAVE A BULLY problem...on top of an already sensitive Jonathan going through his own discovery process of who he is.
Two trips to school later and 3 meetings later...we wait to see how they deal with the bully. Of course they told us that they cannot tell us exactly how they dealt with them ;). We told them the way we know they deal with it is when Jonathan tells us he doesn't feel harassed on the bus.
But there's MORE. Mommy has special experience with bullies. I having grown up with the same difficulties was bullied for the same reasons.
(okay now, for those that want to know)
I told Jonathan that we love him for who God made him and that no one has the right to make him feel bad for who he's not. He's as smart as he wants to be and despite his challenges, he can be what ever he wants to be when he's older.
I told him that no matter what he goes through both his dad and I were right here with him. All he has to do is tell us (or another trusted adult) when something is going on.
Jonathan's countenance rose up when he found out both his dad and I went to his school to help him deal with this.
But one thing bothers me. Jonathan just started KINDERGARTEN.
Okay enough said. Otherwise he is enjoying school and making friends.
Monday the 12th of September, Daniel started a preschool program. It's a half day (3 hour) five day a week program. Daniel will be receiving speech therapy along with learning standard stuff that preschoolers need to learn before they start school when they turn 5 with their peers.
We wait in anticipation of the day Daniel stops the tantrums and screaming and starts telling us what his needs are. He is a very sweet kid. of course we are biased because we LOVE him with everything in our being.
We know there will be progress.
We are anticipating going to get a second opinion of Jonathan's eyes. We saw a new eye doctor and he seemed convinced (without seeing Jonathan's chart from his previous eye doctor) that he needs surgery to correct his crossing eyes. We feel we need one because of how quickly this doctor came to this conclusion. We know positively nothing about this guy,and are not totally confident in this guys ability to do anything besides sell this procedure.
Until we see signs of a consultation or a progress report from Jonathan or his teacher I will have to say that no matter where we go.
or go through
It's a get to do something... not a HAVE to... Life is an adventure. Sometimes a crazy one with twists and turns but as long as we're all together.
We're blessed.
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