I lied to my cousin this afternoon.
She asked me, via text message, how we were.
I told her we were good, thanks.
And that wasn’t true.
I was at screaming pitch and The Boy Child was crying.
We have discovered that there is a huge jump between Year 1 and Year 2.
And the jump in to Year 2 with Autism tagging along side has been enormous.
We are two weeks in to the new school year and obviously still finding our way.
On tonight’s agenda was the following: reading, ten times tables, ten spelling words and four spelling sentences (which is where The Boy Child is supposed to write a sentence that has a spelling word in it).
There are ten spelling words each week and he has four nights to write out ten sentences. For example: spelling word is joke. Sentence is Mummy can’t tell a joke.
Where to draw the line?
Do we want the teacher to make allowances for The Boy Child and set less homework?
The Boy Child is capable. Just look at how far he has come since starting school.
We fought hard to get The Boy Child in to his school and we fought hard to have him granted a Statement of Educational Needs.
Is it a case of wait and see?
Do we voice our concerns and worries now?
I can’t face the idea of every school day ending with raised voices and tears.
I’ve written this post purely as a means to giving some semblance of a voice to all that I am feeling right now. I know that Autism doesn’t come with a quick-fix. We’re in this for the long haul.
In a little over an hour The Boy Child will be in bed.
The Brainy One and I will watch Who Do You Think You Are? and drink tea and eat chocolate.
Tomorrow will be another day.
And we’ll start again.