Tuesday, 12 February 2008

exhaling...with reservation

Week three of school was greeted and entered into with baited breath. I am happy to report that things are settling - he is settling. We have had no tears at all this week.

He murmured one weak protest late Sunday night, but I was able to smother the worries before they engulfed into a raging inferno.

Monday morning: we walked to school without the chase shenanigans of previous weeks, and I managed to calmly have him seated, crossed-legged on the carpet with the other kids, without getting out the straight jacket or tranquilisers; although it is possible the teacher was wearing shin guards, just in case.

Today was a definate win; the first time he admitted to having a "good day". I am quietly relieved, but am not yet willing to stay any longer in his classroom, than is minimally required - that means brisk drop off and pick up only. Perhaps in term two, when Missy Mopps is at Kindy four days a week, I will feel that things are calm enough for me to volunteer for his class reading.

Thanks to all who offered advice, reassurance that "it gets better" and personal anecdotes - they were all required. Apologies to all I neglected while my head quietly exploded last week, I will get back to you in the next day or so.


jeanie said...

That is such good news! Of course, the knowledge that it may go skewiff again is now tempered with the fact that it CAN go well.

I am so glad that he also now has an "okay" day to hold in his memory and move forward with.

Jen at Semantically driven said...

Phew - breathe a sigh of relief. I'm glad he's had an okay day. As Jeanie said it can go skewiff again, but you both know it can go well.

shishyboo said...

great news! :)

Tracey said...

Good stuff. One day you'll look back on all this and laugh.. with relief. What do you call it when all the stars are in alignment - against you? I'm glad things are looking up, and I'm sure they'll get better and better as he gets used to the whole new experience.