I am thrilled with the changes I have seen in Hudson's overall demeanor this week! He isn't saying anything strange or alarming. AND at pick up today he was thrilled to tell me about school.
Teachers have such a powerful influence over children it is scary. I pray that in the seven years I taught, that no parent ever felt the way I did for the last month.
The last month made me physically ill. I was not able to sleep. I could hardly eat. And I cried in public. I cried in front of my kids. I cried in front of our new director. I kept trying to make the old school work. I sent emails, I made phone calls at 9:30 at night, I had a conference with the teacher and the lady in charge of the 2's. I was even the room mom. I signed up to do hospitality lunches for the whole school. I was trying. They were not.
At our new school, the director greets each child by name upon entering the building. She emailed me to check on Hudson and Luke after the first day. She wanted to tell me how bright my boys were and how much their teacher enjoyed getting to know them.
Luke and Hudson stop and wave and say hi to all the office personnel. They know the name of the music teacher and the spanish teacher. It really is a night and day difference.
Work from the old school:
A color sheet. Don't even get me started on how I feel about worksheets for a 2 year old classroom. (Yes they are 3 years old, but they turned 3 after school started, so they will always be old for their grade.)
Work sent home from the new school:
Nothing. (exactly what I would expect)
Today they sent home a book for enrichment.
You should see how excited they get 'reading' these words on the back of this book.
Anyways, it was totally a God thing how we got into this school. After dropping them off last Thursday I felt physically ill. And as I sat at the light to go home, I realized I was in the turn or go straight lane. I went straight. Straight leads to a dead end. Dead ahead to our new school.
I knew about this school last spring, but the registration was the same weekend as the half marathon as I was supposed to run. I knew they had zero openings now. And I knew asking for 2 spots would be unrealistic.
But I needed advice. So, I walked in, gross with no make up, no appointment, and asked if the director was free. She was. She let me sit in her office and tell her my story, and her first words to me, "get them out of there today". The look of horror on her face as I repeated the stuff Hudson was saying was enough. She gave me a tour. She took down my number. And said she would call if there was anything she could do.
She called an hour later.
She said she talked to the teacher and told her our story and they wanted us there.
I picked up the boys by noon and what I saw in the 18 minutes I was there confirmed we were at the wrong place.
The very next day we toured the new school and attended chapel.
And so starts our new journey.
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