Dear Little Man,
I’ve noticed that you are struggling quite a bit with school this year. I’ve noticed that you need to take an extra day (or two) after you’ve been sick to come back to feeling 100% before you are able to deal with going to school again.
With a heavier workload now that you’re in sixth grade, when you miss a day, it takes at least two days to get caught up; and that includes missing recesses and staying after school. And I know that for you, missing recess is like taking oxygen out of the air.
I understand that just being in school is a real trial for you at times. And I also understand that your brain likes to mess with you, pulling up thoughts that bring on anxiety, thoughts that make riding the bus in the morning intolerable. And thoughts that make thinking about going to school some days, very difficult. Add to this the beginnings of puberty, and I see you feeling insecure and unsure from time to time.
I also understand that a very loud message that you’ve received over and over from the school system, from the medical community, and even perhaps from me, is that there is something wrong with you. Your grades don’t show your brilliance, except for once in a very long while. And I know it can be very defeating. Schools aren’t designed for you. The medical community sees you as having disorders and dysfunctions, when it’s actually their lack of understanding and limited vision. And for many of your almost 12 years, I’d fallen under the spell and believed all these things.
I am so very sorry it’s taken me so long to wake up to the true brilliance that you are. I now know that you are an amazing creature that agreed with me to do this dance of mother and son (again). That you are created from divine perfection (as we all are), and that no matter what, everything is as it should be. You are perfectly imperfect. And your amazing skills that no school will ever appreciate, will carry you far in life. You came here to blow my life apart in the very best way and to make your mark on this world.
As your mother, I am honored and proud to be here for you. And I can’t wait to see you all grown up.
All my love,
PS. Your new Special Education teacher rocks. I’m working with her to make sure you get at least one recess every day, no matter what. But I can’t tell you about this until it’s a done deal.