Honestly, I couldn't have been more grateful or more proud to sit in that chair and hear what these wonderful folks had to share with me...
- because for a big chunk of last year, my boy was in a locked psychiatric unit for his protection and ours
- because 4 months ago, my boy was incapable of sitting in a chair, staying in class, or completing the simplest task at school
- because at the end of the last school year, it looked like my boy would not be able to function in a mainstream academic setting due to his mental health issues
I came home from the conference, walked in the door and was greeted by my anxious son who wanted to know what his teachers said. I put my arms around my boy and told him I was proud of him. He was startled. "Wow, Mom, I didn't expect that! Why are you proud of me? I'm failing 2 classes." Well, for now, maybe...but my boy has come so far and that's just what I told him. I reminded him of how he was feeling last year and where he is now. I was rewarded with a big smile from my boy...a smile as bright as my hope for his future.
Then we sat down and worked on his English presentation together...on Homer. He got an A. In your face, PTSD and Bipolar disorder.