Well, Birdie turned a corner Monday. Between not having to take a general math assessment and getting invited to go with a friend’s family to the football rally tonight she was more than happy.
A couple days ago there was a curriculum night at her school where her teachers explained what the class would be studying and opened it up for questions. We had met her teacher at open house and Paul and I both liked her immediately. Lydia loves her. It was good to check in with her and to learn that she was telling Lydia the same thing we were: the point of school is to learn and that no one cares about her grades if she is working hard. The math curriculum is different than one we used or even what she studying at her old public school. It was tough walking through the loneliness and the academic angst with her. I was having plenty of my own, “What were we thinking sending her back to school in the SIXTH GRADE?/I think I was a cruddy math teacher/mother/human being” angst.
And yet, at the bottom there was peace. I forget, at times (like always) that following the path you feel compelled to travel does not guarantee ease.
Tonight Lydia’s going to her friend’s house, Paul’s going to hang out with Christopher and Eden and I are going to have a date with Torey, Ren and Willa. Ren has been breaking down lately longing for “those days where we saw each other every day”. I told/warned Eden that Ren was feeling fragile and why. She looked at me, “So am I!” When I suggested that she give her cousin a hug she readily agreed, “And it’s OK if we hurt each other because we love each other so much!”
“Do you mean hugging each other so hard it hurts?”
“Well, you can hug a little gentler than that.” I told her.
We’ll see if she takes my recommendation.