Monday night was really hard on Roman. He went to bed at 7:30 just to end the day and get on with school. But of course he had a hard time sleeping - up three times, ended up in our bed to fall asleep, took forever. Complained of a stomachache, headache, needed a Band-Aid, you name it. Charlie wasn't much better - he's had a cold the past few days so he's generally grumpy and at bedtime HE wants in our bed now, too.
Ro's first day of school was awesome, though - Charlie's too. We got home & I'm paging through Roman's zillions of handouts and I see one that says they've added a split class (1st and 2nd combined) because of the high number of students. I knew right then - Roman was selected. And sure enough, we had a message on our machine stating that Roman would begin in the split class tomorrow. So what do you know... he has no idea who is in his class, he knows nothing about his teacher, and he is already worrying about the get-to-know-you "homework" he was supposed to do for his first teacher, not even mentioning his class supplies in his OWN DESK. You can't underestimate the importance of his own desk, it was a highlight.
So I made a call to someone who is close to the principal, and she reassured me it was a matter of "finding bodies" and no slight against Ro that he's in a split. In fact, she reassured me that the teacher is very patient and while has good structure, understands "the trees as well as the forest." Meaning she counts kids as individuals. I suppose to Roman's benefit, as well, she has experience with IEPs (kids with special needs who have special plans) which we've wondered if Ro will need if the medications aren't enough.
Tonight was a watered-down version of last night, though - there's anxiety again. He has no idea who the other kids are who have been selected (15 2nd graders) and is concerned that his friends will consider him "out of sight, out of mind." I have decided to roll with God's plan but have a stomachache myself for him - nothing worse for an anxiety-prone child to have to do this all over again.
Ro's first day of school was awesome, though - Charlie's too. We got home & I'm paging through Roman's zillions of handouts and I see one that says they've added a split class (1st and 2nd combined) because of the high number of students. I knew right then - Roman was selected. And sure enough, we had a message on our machine stating that Roman would begin in the split class tomorrow. So what do you know... he has no idea who is in his class, he knows nothing about his teacher, and he is already worrying about the get-to-know-you "homework" he was supposed to do for his first teacher, not even mentioning his class supplies in his OWN DESK. You can't underestimate the importance of his own desk, it was a highlight.
So I made a call to someone who is close to the principal, and she reassured me it was a matter of "finding bodies" and no slight against Ro that he's in a split. In fact, she reassured me that the teacher is very patient and while has good structure, understands "the trees as well as the forest." Meaning she counts kids as individuals. I suppose to Roman's benefit, as well, she has experience with IEPs (kids with special needs who have special plans) which we've wondered if Ro will need if the medications aren't enough.
Tonight was a watered-down version of last night, though - there's anxiety again. He has no idea who the other kids are who have been selected (15 2nd graders) and is concerned that his friends will consider him "out of sight, out of mind." I have decided to roll with God's plan but have a stomachache myself for him - nothing worse for an anxiety-prone child to have to do this all over again.
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