...Back again.
I asked it not to - but it returned.
And we hit the morning running with Bub's IEP meeting with his teacher and SpEd team to come up with the next iteration of ways to support our sweet boy as he preps for Middle School.
Say whaaaaa?
Middle School.
He's got acne at times, he's smelly at times. He eats me out of house and home.
But he's still my tender-hearted, sweet faced boy. The kid who owns the title of making me a mom.
For the first time in 10 years, he joined in our IEP meeting. He is interested in knowing why we're talking about him and what his benchmarks are. I commend him for being grown up about the situation. We felt that if he knew the why behind the reason he gets pulled out occasionally, he might be more apt to doing the work we're all asking of him. It's a hope at least. And he's willing to try.
I'll take it.
Sweet Bubba of mine.
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