Since 2002 and Preschool in Carrollton, I have been fighting for daughter #3 in school situations.
Trying to open teachers and administrators eyes to the fact that not all gifted students are loquacious. Trying to educate them about how to meet the needs of a student that might be slightly different. Pushing teachers to “do their job” and maybe work a bit harder to rethink how they teach instead of teaching every year/class the same ol’ way.
Watching her flourish under the great teachers – Kindergarten teacher in Carrollton, 3rd grade teacher at Seville, and 5th grade gifted teacher in Westfield.
We have butted heads with some teachers more than others: preschool in Carrollton, 1st grade in Lodi, and most notably 10th grade English in Perry.
I know that some of you probably think that we are “enabling” her and not allowing her to succeed or fail on her own. Some of you probably think that we should FORCE her to talk by letting her fail. Believe me, we have tried almost everything. We tried the force… we tried bribery… we tried bargaining… we did it all. What works is acceptance and educating the educators.
Today again I (we) are faced with another battle. I am so exhausted by this. I am no longer tolerant (was I ever really?) of the educators that think they know better than the parents who have lived and worked and learned how best to encourage her to be her best.
I am thankful for an “old” friend who suddenly reappeared in my life a couple years ago (via Facebook) who is a professional who deals with this kind of thing and gave us invaluable advice and support at a time when we needed it dearly.
Did I say that I’m exhausted? I am. This is so draining. This school year has been remarkably uneventful for her, but now the issue rises again in anticipation of her Senior year of High School. I really can’t take it any more. Can’t we all just play nice, get her graduated and let her go off to college?
Adding this exhausting emotional situation to all the other crap in my life, leaves me beyond exhausted but knowing I have to continue on. One foot in front of the other. I need someone to take care of me, I feel so alone almost all the time.
Thankfully, daughter #3 has always been surrounded with WONDERFUL friends who accept her and understand her and include her and work with her. We were worried when we moved away from that group of friends she had been with from Kindergarten through 5th grade. She has found an equally (or maybe even better) group of friends at our current school. So good, in fact, that she has more of a social life than her 2 older sisters ever had in High School. She has parties/gatherings almost every weekend with them.
I have no doubt that she will succeed in college. Either she will find her voice (she is getting ever closer) or she will find her words to take responsibility for this disease on herself.