Today I had my last IEP meeting for awhile; maybe ever.  That’s Individual Education Plan for those not in the world of Special Education.  Third grade has almost gone and the transition to a new school has apparently gone as well as transitioning to a new home and new church.  Of course, what’s not to love about a new dog?  So for all our newness we’ve been here almost a year.  And while still adjusting, we’re rooting.  And growing.

We passed out of the county standards for Special Education upon arrival.  The school has a local support board who attended this morning’s meeting.  We have had some issues with behavior, homework, and handwriting but no one feels these are outside typical peer behavior and usually improve upon correction.  So with that we pass out of the need for extra support even at the local school with assurances that we can come back if we need further help down the road.  A bit like being sent from the nest I imagine.  I usually suspect that I’m going to experience these moments with Mike because he’s oldest.

But I have found that Mike matures at a rate I can accept and almost enjoy, if it weren’t for the dread of the next phase of decisions that can wreck his whole life: college, marriage, driving!  Not necessarily in that order.  Yet, I anticipate these changes with more expectation and ease than allowing Max to go unpapered into fourth grade.   I made that up, unpapered.  It fits though.  I comfort myself with the piles of papers that prove that he, we, need help.  Yet, we, mostly he, doesn’t.  At least not the kind the school can provide.

Schools are for education.  He is capable of being educated.  Praise the Lord!  He has strengths and weaknesses but he gets along on grade level and we provide help as needed.  Once again I’m awed by God’s gracious provision for just what we need when we need it.  It’s time to go from the world where people expect less and support more.  Time to have expectations that may be unrealistically high in some cases.  We don’t know.  But off we go none the less.  Letting go of the supports that have gotten us this far to walk on our own.  So much like learning to walk, or swim, or ride a bike.  So much growth, so much grace, so much to be grateful for along this path!

A few days ago Max’s head was congested and his Mamaw prayed for him.  I offered him Dimetapp.  He turned me down because of the prayer.  I suggested Jesus could use the medicine to heal him.  “Let it go Mom.  Jesus will heal it.”  He said with some tinge of impatience at my lack of faith.  I think I’m learning to let go of all kinds of things in these moments.

Blessings!

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6 thoughts on “Moments Like This

  1. I can relate to transitions!! And I love your line, “So much growth, so much grace.” That’s it. Grace and more grace! Congrats to Max for going unpapered! Glad it’s not a one-way street in case you need to revisit some “paper.” Grace abounds!

  2. First thing, Mamaw prayers are POWERFUL!! I remember years ago when Rebecca lost her band new Disney princess chapstick. She was devistated and simply could not let it go when it was bedtime. Mom happened to be over and she prayed with Becca that God help her find it in the morning. That helped quite a bit and she was able to go to sleep or at least stay in bed. The next morning we were walking to the car to go somewhere and she found the chapstick laying in the grass. Instant faith boost right there.
    Second thing, as a teacher who has attended hundreds of IEP and child study meetings, I recognize the worry about seeing the interventions and scaffolding being removed after the difficult and often painful process to see them put into place. I can also see it as even more scary when one school system worked so hard to put things into place and another school system is removing them. But when I think back to the Max of ages 2-5, he is very different now. It is likely valid that he doesn’t need many of the supports now that he needed before. It reminds me of Forest Gump when he’s running as a kid and the braces on his legs just bust apart and fall off. Max is running his own race too. He’ll slow his pace through difficult things and he’ll sprint right through things that are easier for him, but he has the skills and tools he needs to keep on moving like the rest of his peers. And above all else, he’s got faith.
    You’re doing such a great job at this Mothering thing! 🙂

    1. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment Barb! And for sharing your Mom!!! And grandmother who also prayed for Max. Praise the Lord for all the prayers for us all along this journey.

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