Holy Freakin' Miracle!
I've been worried about Taz's new school since before summer even started. They've been giving me a hard time about everything.
Then I get a phone call from his teacher last week to schedule a home visit (all the teachers visit all their students before school starts in our city), and she informs me that she is not a special ed teacher.
Basically, the district is stingy. They hire regular ed teachers for all the classrooms, then one special ed teacher to rotate through providing just enough time in each classroom to satisfy the legal requirements for each child with an IEP. Blah. I was geared up for a fight.
But all my frustration and fears were put to rest with four little words.
My daughter has bipolar.
The teacher said it. Her daughter is 24 yrs old but has had it since she was a child. Then she said, "I'm speaking to you as a parent not a teacher. Your son might do well in school then fall apart at home. It's not your fault. It has nothing to do with you as a parent. It's because he feels safe with you. This is a long journey. I understand that there are things that happen with our kids that can't be fixed. I understand how hard it is to accept and how much you want their pain to go away. You won't find judgment here. I will advocate for your son and his needs. It's good we're starting early."
Halleluhah! Can I get an amen for this miracle?!
Someone who gets it. Right off the bat before even knowing us or my son, gets it.
With the last school system I was stared at, judged, met with silence when I explained things about bipolar disorder. And this lady is now telling me about bipolar.
Seriously. God must have had something to do with this.
And that's not even the only good news I received today. But you'll just have to wait till I have more time to write the other news.