* Are You Insane?

This post is an excellent companion to what I’ve written about twice exceptional kids. Here’s a look from a parent’s perspective. It’s a familiar combination of the determination and frustration faced by many parents of special needs kids.

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They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

I have another meeting at the school today to discuss new accommodations for Chase. They aren’t really new ideas but rather worded in a new way they hope will be more specific for teachers to understand. This is their sneaky way of getting away with doing nothing. If we continue to talk about ways to change the 504, we never then have to focus on how to enforce it. Usually on days where I have to sit down with the same administers that have caused me nothing but grief, I have an increased amount of anxiety and border on melting down into a full blown panic attack. Today is different. I have a new calm and a new confidence and they can no longer shake me. The meeting is pointless. The world will not…

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* Launches that fail or fizzle

Janet raises some critical issues about launching into adulthood for special needs individuals. She includes links to some helpful resources for parents. Check it out!

* Day #250 – Cry, Cry, Cry

This post is for all parents and teachers who hold it together when it’s hard, but are brave enough to acknowledge that it hurts.

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Yep, we’re Cash fans in our house.  Odd (but awesome), Johnny Cash has long been one of Tucker’s favorites.  Estelle’s favorite movie?  Walk the Line.  No, probably not the most appropriate movie for a 10-year-old…but it’s real life.  A movie about losing yourself, finding love, and then finding peace in life.

It’s a peace that sometimes escapes me.

Tucker is with his dad this weekend.  I struggle on these weekends, but not for the reasons one would think.  Sure, I miss him – but we still talk and/or text every day.

These weekends, when he is gone, I let it out.

All of it.

I lose my peace.

I spend a lot of the weekend in tears.

Crying about just wanting ‘one thing to go right for him.’
Crying about where we’ve been.
Crying about the uncertainties.
Crying about the unfairness.
Crying about math tests.
Crying about lost opportunities.
Crying…

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