Freaking parents are the worst
After I posted about our decision to retain Adelaide in 3rd grade we received an overwhelming response. You all made us feel supported in ways I can't express. So today is your update...
School started and I only wanted to punch one big mouthed mom - yay me.
First day of school was around the corner and I was holding my breathe on how A would handle it. All summer long when someone asked what grade she was going to she always responded, "I'm going back to 3rd." In which she always got a pity smile and then I got the same thing. At first I told her that she didn't have to tell people that she was going back, she could just say I'm going to 3rd. I don't know why I told her that, I think mostly to save her and I the embarrassment.
Even typing that out I am shaking my head at myself because I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about. My little girl tried her hardest, the family tried their hardest. We did exactly what we tell the girls all of the time - try your best.
So here we are, first day of school - walking through the parking lot, already wound tight and sweating my ass off in the already draining heat. A sees one of her old classmates, yells his name and says hi in which he does the typical boy response of "hi Adelaide" mumbled under his breath. Said boy's mom immediately starts a conversation with A:
Boy Mom: Hi Adelaide, what class are you in this year?
A: Mrs. X
Boy Mom: No, Sweety, not last year, whos class are you in this year?
A: Mrs. X
Boy Mom: That was last year, I'm talking about this year.
Boy Mom continues to go back and forth in a completely patronizing way until I jump in, say sternly not even pretending to put a smile on my face, she is correct - have a good day. In which I grabbed A's hand and stormed off toward the front doors of the school.
I know Boy Mom was trying to be nice to start, but seriously just let it go. Believe my 8 year child when she tells you something and even if you don't it's none of your damn business. Take care of your own kid, stop patronizing mine and I swear if you give me one more pity look I am going to blast you anonymously on my blog.
We walk in and A is anxious to go to class so this is the first year that I didn't escort her right to the classroom door. She was excited to skip off by herself and this was the first year I almost cried at drop off, that's usually Grant's job.
I don't know if I'll ever feel like I don't have to take extra special care of her or be her protector, but for now she doesn't seem to mind so I'm going to keep being "that mom."
I have the highest hopes for this year. We have the same teaches, as I requested and we have already had meetings to start testing her for ADHD and processing disorders. A's IQ has already been tested in which she falls into the normal range so we know it's not about her intelligence, it really is about the way she learns.
Thank you to everyone who has asked about her and say a little prayer for a great year for all of our students.
School started and I only wanted to punch one big mouthed mom - yay me.
First day of school was around the corner and I was holding my breathe on how A would handle it. All summer long when someone asked what grade she was going to she always responded, "I'm going back to 3rd." In which she always got a pity smile and then I got the same thing. At first I told her that she didn't have to tell people that she was going back, she could just say I'm going to 3rd. I don't know why I told her that, I think mostly to save her and I the embarrassment.
Even typing that out I am shaking my head at myself because I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about. My little girl tried her hardest, the family tried their hardest. We did exactly what we tell the girls all of the time - try your best.
So here we are, first day of school - walking through the parking lot, already wound tight and sweating my ass off in the already draining heat. A sees one of her old classmates, yells his name and says hi in which he does the typical boy response of "hi Adelaide" mumbled under his breath. Said boy's mom immediately starts a conversation with A:
Boy Mom: Hi Adelaide, what class are you in this year?
A: Mrs. X
Boy Mom: No, Sweety, not last year, whos class are you in this year?
A: Mrs. X
Boy Mom: That was last year, I'm talking about this year.
Boy Mom continues to go back and forth in a completely patronizing way until I jump in, say sternly not even pretending to put a smile on my face, she is correct - have a good day. In which I grabbed A's hand and stormed off toward the front doors of the school.
I know Boy Mom was trying to be nice to start, but seriously just let it go. Believe my 8 year child when she tells you something and even if you don't it's none of your damn business. Take care of your own kid, stop patronizing mine and I swear if you give me one more pity look I am going to blast you anonymously on my blog.
We walk in and A is anxious to go to class so this is the first year that I didn't escort her right to the classroom door. She was excited to skip off by herself and this was the first year I almost cried at drop off, that's usually Grant's job.
I don't know if I'll ever feel like I don't have to take extra special care of her or be her protector, but for now she doesn't seem to mind so I'm going to keep being "that mom."
I have the highest hopes for this year. We have the same teaches, as I requested and we have already had meetings to start testing her for ADHD and processing disorders. A's IQ has already been tested in which she falls into the normal range so we know it's not about her intelligence, it really is about the way she learns.
Thank you to everyone who has asked about her and say a little prayer for a great year for all of our students.
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