I don’t know what was bothering me so much about this years, but whatever it was I couldn’t shake.
He had IQ testing done (turned out well), BASC done (oy, I hate those things), another assessment (hmmm, ya think all the assessments are why I was nervous?) Interestingly enough, this BASC came out the same as the one from Kindergarten. You know, the one I didn’t like.
I still don’t like how it was used, especially on someone that young. This time they watched him in the classroom (it was a good day, and he was on task a whopping 47% of the time — his from the week before was 32%) did all the assessments and surprisingly we don’t know anymore than we knew before. Well, other than his IQ.
My favorite part was when his teacher said something along the lines of it’s easy to put the extra energy into helping him because it’s so neat to see him succeed. I’ve loved all of my kids’ teachers but one, but this one goes above and beyond even what the others have. I keep thinking of when people say “I’m sure there is a special place in heaven for her” and while I’ve understood what it meant I’ve never felt that way before. For her I do.
It’s not just his teacher, he has such a wonderful team that I can see working so hard to help him succeed that on just the right day it makes me get a little teary.
This is an old picture, and one of those lucky captures that just happens, but it is also my favorite picture of him ever.
This was taken when I told him we had to go back up to the children’s hospital for more testing, which unfortunately included more needlesticks.
Since this is an IEP thread, here is his picture from the first day of school.
Life, with a click! 