Tonight I Cried

Okay, I know I have A LOT of catching up to do!  It's been a busy summer and I have tried to make sure that any spare time we have had we are doing something fun as a family, which limits my "me" time but so many wonderful memories have been made instead.  Plus my laptop is on the fritz, so adding pictures and blogging is very limited.  Hubby is working on that as well.  In the meantime . . . . . .

It's been a really rough week.  The kind of week you want to just curl up in a ball and wish the world would go away or a magic fairy would just swoop in and make it all better.  I can't divulge a lot of what is happening, but the event that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back was an incident with my son earlier today.

You have to understand my son is extremely bright/gifted, which manifested itself when he was still an infant.  At nine months old he had already figured out how to take out the electrical outlet covers and that his toys were screwed together and was trying to unscrew them to take his toys apart.  He is a very hands on learner and wants to be in the middle of learning how to do something rather than be the type to just sit and be told what to do.  He is definitely NOT the sit quietly with his hands folded in his lap.  For those who know our family, he is scary smart like his father.  While this can be frustrating when all I want him to do is sit quietly with his hands folded in his lap, I have learned to adapt to his learning style and personality.  Consequently, we have had some really fun moments when he boldly moved forward and tried things that I, as an adult, don't even know I could do.

However, the down side is that he is not your "typical" kid and we have already had run-ins with church leaders, other adults, teachers, etc. who have labeled him as a trouble maker (yes, even "monster") because he was not the sit quietly with hands folded type.  Today, in fact, he was even kicked out of a music class because of this.  He did not want to just sit and be lectured to.  He wanted to be involved and really learn music.  He wanted to sing, dance, play music, and all the while learn.  However, the teacher just wanted him to just sit and listen.  She has asked him not to come back.  Not only did she do this, but did not even have the guts to say it to my face or on the phone.  Instead, she just sent me a message on Facebook.

I was so angry and hurt and in fact, still am.  I realize that Little Man can't be singled out and have sole attention. However, I felt like he did not even get a chance or she did not even take the time or effort to get to know him.  He just didn't fit the exact mold she wanted for each student so out he was.  And somehow I have to explain to him how he is not allowed to go back. I know this is just the beginning and already know that there is going to come a day when I am going to be pulled into some idiot teacher's room with a school psychologist, social worker, and who knows who else and be asked that he be medicated or that we come up with a behavior plan because he cannot focus or rather isn't willing to just sit and do worksheets all day because the teacher is too lazy to actually teach.  Sigh . . . . . . . .

Where am I going with all this?  I don't know.  I just know that Mommy heart is hurting and I wish for a form of segregation where only "gifted" people live or at least consistent people throughout my kid's life that gets it.  Instead, here I am in rural Idaho.  Sigh . . . . . .