The end of a 3rd grade year

This year has been one full of ups and downs for Seth, and really for me too. He started out the year being bullied and tortured on the bus before and after school. We sent out the forces to try to get these mean little kids to stop with no avail. I personally, wanted to kick the trash out of the 5th grader that had the nerve to pick on my child... the only thing that held me back was knowing that I would ultimately be held accountable.

I was met with grief at every turn when trying to get him on the special needs bus and getting him an IEP (started in September, accomplished in March). Seth made huge leaps in making friends (YAY!) He came home one day saying that the only friend he had was a wasp that was following him everywhere on the playground. (not a friend!)

His teacher called me one day after school telling me that he had made a friend. He talked all the way through class time, Mrs. Winter being the amazing teacher she is and recognizing this a huge triumph for Seth, let him. She called not to reprimand his behavior but to share in my joy!

Seth was able to navigate his way through his classes getting good mark on most things. A C in math, but otherwise going strong with modifications! I only got called into school 4 or 5 times to help with behaviors!

Thursday was Seth's last day. I sent him to school with a present for his teacher. A drawing that he made at Christmas time. Seth's drawing always amaze me. He leaves no part of the page uncolored. Each bit is strategically and meticulously colored and designed. Mrs. Winter mentioned how she marveled at his art and fell in love with the very picture that Seth and I had framed for her.


She called me later that day to thank me saying... "your son came to school, turned around for me to take the picture out of his backpack and when I took it out, I just started to cry. He said ' Will this help you to remember me?' and I told him 'oh, honey, I will never forget you!' he has taught me so much this year." I thought that Mrs. Winter was teaching us. She helped me get the things in order that Seth needs to succeed. She provided a shoulder to cry on when I felt all alone in my struggles. She offered advice and support when I had none and she did all of this for Seth every single day in school. She taught me... she taught Seth. I could not have asked for a better teacher than Macy.

The last day of school is always hard for Seth, but this year... it's hard for me to.