Mothering While Powerless: School Toubles
One would think, after getting through the holiday, that there would be a sigh of relief when I sent my kids off to school today. Sadly, that was not the case and I sit here now sick with worry and stress, feeling dispirited.
We moved to Sammamish from the Bay Area point blank for the schools. Generally, we have been wowed! Extremely satisfied would be an understatement. Yet, today I have real doubts. My eldest is in a classroom taught in a style that doesn't work for him with a green teacher. He's apathetic, disinterested, and has such low self-esteem, which is a 360 from last year's class. I have spent months fighting to get him transferred, but, because another child was already transferred, the school is resistant. So I fight on, jumping through bureaucratic hoops, feeling like I am stepping on toes and burning bridges at the school we gave up everything to get to.
Coupled with that, PB's amazing 2nd grade teacher has to go on bed rest due to a high risk pregnancy, so we will be getting a student teacher/substitute for the rest of the year. Hopefully, the planets will align, the teacher will be capable and fabulous, and all will be well, but I find myself sick with worry.
I hate this part of being a mother. I want to fight every battle for my kids, so they don't go through what I went through as a kid. Yet, there are times like these where I am powerless to protect them. Powerless...
We moved to Sammamish from the Bay Area point blank for the schools. Generally, we have been wowed! Extremely satisfied would be an understatement. Yet, today I have real doubts. My eldest is in a classroom taught in a style that doesn't work for him with a green teacher. He's apathetic, disinterested, and has such low self-esteem, which is a 360 from last year's class. I have spent months fighting to get him transferred, but, because another child was already transferred, the school is resistant. So I fight on, jumping through bureaucratic hoops, feeling like I am stepping on toes and burning bridges at the school we gave up everything to get to.
Coupled with that, PB's amazing 2nd grade teacher has to go on bed rest due to a high risk pregnancy, so we will be getting a student teacher/substitute for the rest of the year. Hopefully, the planets will align, the teacher will be capable and fabulous, and all will be well, but I find myself sick with worry.
I hate this part of being a mother. I want to fight every battle for my kids, so they don't go through what I went through as a kid. Yet, there are times like these where I am powerless to protect them. Powerless...
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