My twins will finally be 'in school' this year, not daycare. When my eldest was younger than they, we had him in private preschools, activities, nothing but the best to get him 'the best.'
Well, with twins, and then our eldest needing all his special services, the twins really got 'daycare.' Though I love our daycare, and it has an element of school integrated into it, the teachers are still not all 'early childhood' teachers. You can tell by 1) their age, 2) their ability to spell (a cute penguin hand print should be 'Arctic Friend' not 'Artic Friend'), 3) just the way they are. It may sound snobby, but it is true.
They took great care of my children and we will happily be sending them back their on breaks and probably for next summer. They really cared about my kids and they thrived there. The twins know how to write, know their letters, know that a shamrock is a symbol for God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. It's great.
But...this school year, the kids will be going to my Alma mater. The private grammar school next to my parents house and they couldn't be more excited. Me either. Wonderful Husband either. I had such a great childhood there (even with all the teasing about having no boobs, or living next to nuns...but I regress).
They have been counting down the days for weeks, and on Wednesday I can't wait to drop them off at the door, taking their pictures, and seeing a lot of my neighbors as fellow parents.
With this excitement for the twins, also comes a lot of anxiety for me regarding my eldest. He is excited too. He is excited to see his friends, though I think he feels bad about having to go to a different school, because he keeps chiming in that he gets to go the same school as the twins for Religion Class.
Anyway...with the start of the school year, comes IEP, parent advocacy, reassessing if my eldest is getting what he needs, the constant questioning of what is best for him, etc. etc. etc. It had me up last night already and we aren't even at the start of the year.
It has been such a wonderful break these last 2 months after the heart wrenching battle we went through with my eldest's last IEP planning and meetings.
I will tell you, I woke up and all day I have felt like crying from the fear and anxiety of being a special education parent. But I can't tell if this is the lack of sleep from camping outside this weekend, from tossing and turning last night thinking about his 1st grade school year, or my depression/anxiety.
I can tell myself that I need to take it one minute at a time, and focus on how fun the first day of school will be on Wednesday for everyone. It is a start of a new year, a fresh start, and hopefully lots of great learning and partnerships.
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