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.