As big and beautiful as his heart is, he is the one in the class who will not sit still. He invades the personal space of others. At times, he is disrespectful to teachers and sometimes students. Some would argue that the distractions my son causes in the classroom is not fair to the teachers and especially the students. That he is robbing the students from learning their lessons.
What happens when no matter how intelligent and sweet these children are, they are slowly pushed aside? They will be pushed away so far that their distractions become faint. It will start with countless meetings to the school. It will continue with the child being moved away from the other students. The desk will be placed near the teachers or pulled away to sit alone. If the distractions continue, the child will be transferred to a Special Needs class, and then the last resort would be a special needs school.
We live in a world where messy and loud are not tolerated. Children with mental health issues are exhausting and can often be downright obnoxious. And still, these kids – my kid, deserves a solid education. He deserves positive childhood memories and to be included.
Where do kids go when they are not wanted around? What resources are available to assist with their emotional and social growth? I’ve heard the “It takes a village to raise a child.” quote over the years. But what if the village distances themselves or worse they turn their backs?
The journey to the first meeting requested by the school is long one. By the time of the first meeting is in motion, there have been several calls home to discuss the day. There have been several reprehended incidents in motion to address the current days list of distractions.
The optimist in me chooses to believe there are answers. However, as I lay awake at night concerned about my son’s future, I just at this time have no idea what those answers are. And while I am being honest with not only you, but myself, I will continue to do what I have for years. Celebrate the moments of good throughout the day, and collect them to help us get through the rocky days. I will remind myself that no child, not even mine CHOOSES to behave with dysfunction. And we get through the day. Sometimes that is the only goal, to simply get through the day.
I will do my best to remember that one memory does not necessarily reflect my child’s entire life. One good day, does not mean we will not have any more issues. But deeper than that the bad days also do not mean his life will be painful.
We –together, get through the day…minute by minute, and moment by moment.