Sunday, October 2, 2011
My NOT so average life
On his second day of school, Ruger informed me that he doesn't want to wear his hearing aids because other people will see them and ask about them.
I said, "Did somebody ask about them yesterday?"
He responds, "Yes. A boy asked me what they were."
I asked, "What did you say?"
He said, "I just told him that they were my hearing aids."
I thought to myself for a minute, knowing that I needed to be very careful with my words. I then explained to him that it's ok if people ask about his hearing aids. They're only asking because they don't know or they don't understand. If they tease you or make fun of you then that's different and you need to tell them to stop.
He said, "OK."
The next day he wore his hearing aids and his teacher took a few minutes to explain to the class what they were and why he wore them. Since then he's had no issues with wearing them.
One week later:
I'm picking Sawyer up from preschool. He was looking a little down (really rare for him) and so I asked, "How was your day?"
He said, "A boy in my class was teasing me."
I asked, "What did he say?"
He replies, "I can't tell you." (Code for he can't remember)
"Well what did your teacher say?"
"She told him to stop. She said, stop teasing Sawyer!"
I said, "Well that's good."
He says, "Yeah." (We're big on one word answers over here)
He went on and on the whole afternoon about this boy at school that teased him. But he couldn't tell me why he teased him. So later when my husband got home from work I asked him if he thought I'd be crazy to email the teacher and ask what happened.
He said he would think I was crazy. :) He also said that it seemed as though the teacher had already taken care of the issue and that she'd let me know if there was something to worry about. And do you know that it took every fiber of my being to not email the teacher? I wasn't wanting to be a helicopter parent, I just wanted to know. Are those two the same thing? Yes? Ok, fine. Whatever.
So why am I writing all of this? I don't really know. Therapy I guess. I've been worried about my kids a lot lately. I can't help but feel as their mother, that I've given them these trials and so now I feel like I should carry their burdens. But then I watch them every day after their few hours at school and I see how happy they are. I see that they have made friends and that they are learning and absorbing at an incredible pace and so they must be ok? They're not coming home in tears. They want to go back. I'm not getting calls from their teachers (not yet anyway) and Sawyer now plays with the boy who teased him. So it's ok. Right? They will have hard times. People will misunderstand them because of their differences, but they will work it out. I think I've taught them to do that. Or at least I hope I have. It seems like this whole school thing is a determining factor in whether I've taught them enough or not. I guess we will see. :)
Posted by Tiffany at 12:15 AM