Keep up on the "don't jinx me" part and I won't have to dump you like a hot rock, internet. Seriously. You're doing great, now just hold your breath and stand on one foot and don't don't DON'T look down.
Which was the best part of yesterday? Where the babysitter (I hate that term it sounds so...demeaning. Governess? Nanny?) showed up on time to pick up my son. Noticed his teacher being dismissive of him when he was trying to tell her he left his coat in the room. Standing in the cold for twenty minutes with him while she took her damn sweet time (and wouldn't let him go in the classroom without her, because, I suppose, he's dangerous?)? Took him to McDonald's and waited while he went down the slide in the playground a million times, that she did my daughter's homework with her, or got dinner for all of us or that she let my dogs out so they didn't have to be in their crates all day?
It was none of those things.
The best part, the VERY BEST PART OF YESTERDAY was when she asked the teacher for the form to be a volunteer in my son's classroom. Because, as she explained to me later, she didn't think his teacher was giving him the attention he needed and that it would be very helpful to him to have someone in the classroom who understood his behaviors and could advocate for him.
I don't have to explain my children to her because she already gets them, raised a few just like them on her own and fostered or took in off the streets a bunch more. She's been through the IEP's and the therapy and the medications and the school system, she knows how to use her voice to advocate for a child who is being seen as a behavior and not a child in need of help.
There is an angel in my house. She may be disguised as a curly-haired woman of middle years with a lovely smile and gentle hands, but she an angel she is.
Please, God, let this be the one who stays. Because I'm already her biggest fan.
