Taking Steven to school is a blessing sometimes. He gets the structure that he craves and I get a mental and emotional break from parenting him. However when you work at the same school that he attends it can be hard. Like the time that special ed para came up to me to ask me to ask my son to button his pants. She would do it but she did not want to embarrass him. I told her to go ahead and ask him to. She wanted to know if he would do as she asked. I told her "no, but you can still ask him to". I am not going to jump in and be his mom at school as well. He needs to learn to follow directions from others as well. Or the other time that he is sucking on his shirt (to the point it is soaking wet all the way to his belly button) and some little girl freaks out on him because he slobbered on his shirt and came over to her. Or when no one wants to sit next to him at lunch, or he is spinning in circles on the playground instead of playing with friends.
For the most part it has not been a bad school year. His teacher gets him, there is not much more I can ask for from her. She lets him roam when he needs to and knows that he is listening and can repeat back what she has said, or answer the question she has asked. She lets him chew gum in class to help keep him from sucking on his shirt, chewing on his pencil, or to help him stay on task/focused.
We just lose him sometimes. His tantrums are getting worse and there are many a days that I have cried because I am at a loss as to what I need to do to help my son.
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