Some Good News (is always welcome)
Today was the the ACR (annual case review) for Andy’s IEP (Individualized Education Plan). In the past such meetings have been stressful, as you can imagine it would be.
We had a little glimpse of the trepidation that comes with preparing to send a child to the middle school setting–and don’t watch as I tear up over that milestone alone.
This meeting, though, was more of a celebration of sorts.
Andy, who last year was just starting to read, with much help and frustration, is today reading at a fourth-grade reading level. In less than a year he jumped more than two grade levels (almost three!), to become the proud Diary of a Wimpy Kid aficionado he is today. Two years ago, this red-haired charmer of a serious, quirky, kid was barely reading at all.
He jumped forward in math and other areas as well.
Despite his success, we treated the discussion of his placement next year with kid gloves, because this little guy who love Greg Hefley and all things Wimpy Kid related is the same kid who obsessively worries that he is doing, has done, will do something, anything wrong. His anxiety places him in a fragile emotional state, and prompted his teacher to address the committee regarding his anxiety alone.
He’s come so far, I’m willing to overlook the fact that my mildly-autistic little guy shows more signs of this disorder as he gets older, not less. He’s come so far, I’m going to try not to think about him and his ‘quirky’ qualities being the fertile bullying ground I know them to be in the middle school.
Today, instead, is about celebrating how far my quirky guy has come.
In case we missed the memo, we received a note from the school just a couple days ago, asking us to attend the year-end award ceremony. It seems this serious, empathetic red-head will be receiving the Citizenship Award.
As he graduates from elementary school and the protection it afforded him, I’ve decided to celebrate instead of worrying about what could be around the corner.
Oh, we’ll talk with the specialist about considering anxiety medication. And he’s already saved the library’s summer reading club flyer. He’s going to have a busy summer. And he’s going to keep pushing himself to new heights.
Not because we do or don’t focus on the positive, but because he is focused on the future. He wants to keep reading. Writing in his journal and drawing the comics he loves to characterize are very important too. He thinks college is a good goal to have, he’s said.
Of course I agree wholeheartedly.