Through our struggles with Madelle, I have been ever
grateful to the public school system in our community. More specifically, I am eternally grateful to
her school counselor. At times, I have
been very worried about school. Homework
was left undone and grades plummeted.
Attendance at the end became spotty at best. Not once did I feel any negativity from the
education system. I felt truck loads of
support.
Many events have happened over the course of
2015. Madelle's school counselor
contacted me in January to alert me to Madelle's visit. I was frightened, but I was assured that
Madelle was a great student and would be fine after a few therapy
sessions. A counselor was recommended. I was still scared, but the school counselor,
Mrs. A, wasn't worried. As the problems
became revealed throughout the months, Madelle's school counselor was as
shocked as we were. Madelle had been
functioning so well, no one suspected her difficulties.
Now, I know there are many caring educational
professionals in our school district, but no one has walked the trenches with
me like Mrs. A. She responded quickly to
every e-mail and phone call. She gave me
her cell number so that I could text or call after hours. I have no idea how many times she advocated
for us to Madelle's teachers and the administration. Classes were switched or dropped. Many times, Mrs. A told me not to worry about
school, just worry about home.
At the end of the school year, Madelle couldn't face
going the last week. We fought. We cried.
Finally we declared ourselves defeated and went to school for a
meeting. We worried that Madelle might
be held back or have to attend summer school.
At the meeting, we were treated with compassion. Our instructions were to heal during the
summer, get the meds stabilized, and we would strategize in August. What a relief to be able to let go.
As the school year approached, I worried. Madelle spent most days resting. She struggled going to church. Her and her best friend tried to interact,
but they both were emotional. I worried
that expecting her to go from no real social interaction to a six to seven hour
day, five days a week would be too much.
As it turned out, the first couple of weeks were
tough. At one point, I let Mrs. A know
that getting Madelle to the bus stop was like convincing her to jump out of a
plane with no parachute. I felt like I
was sending Madelle to her death on the one hand. The military mom wanted to tell her to put
her combat boots and suck it up. Mrs. A
suggested we do both. One day a week I
can let Madelle stay home if her homework is caught up. This took the pressure off a little, but she
still struggled. Socializing during
lunch bothered her.
I am not sure how we did it, but we came up with the
idea of letting Madelle come out to the front of the school to sit in my car
with me and her puppy during lunch. The
puppy helps calm her down and feel secure.
Mrs. A gave her permission.
Thankfully enough, at the same time, Madelle and two other girls have
connected. In the last seven school
days, I have only gone twice. Madelle is
starting to adjust. If she has a bad
morning, she will call. This arrangement
has helped her feel safe along with two solid friendships.
Of course, this is middle school. It is a tough time for the healthiest, most
well adjusted kids. But I have complete
faith that the school is behind us 100 percent.
I thank God for the entire faculty, especially Mrs. A.
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