15 days.

I remember last spring, right before school got out, I got into an altercation with Noah's school PT. It was outside the school. She had escorted him out, because she couldn't handle him. It made no sense to me at first. Then she explained how she hadn't given him choices, how when he broke down she threatened him and then he still didn't listen. It was clear that it wasn't him, but her not knowing how to work with him and knowing when to make accommodations. But it wasn't until I disagreed with her that the p*ssing match that started with my son finished with me. She said that Noah would not fit in a typical classroom (which was where he was headed the following year) and that it would take "them" about 15 days to figure it out and pull him. Some may remember me blogging about this person who still lives vividly in my mind.

Today was the 105th day of school. Noah is still in his typical classroom. He is thriving. He took assessments a couple weeks ago and tested second highest in the class. He is in the highest reading group. His biggest weakness is writing (due to fine motor troubles) and even that is now on par with his peers. He is becoming more social making progress in every area. I know this is partially because he is in a classroom that challenges him each day with peers that he can model after.

I wish I could contact her (ok, I probably could, but Joe stops me) and tell her she's monumentally wrong. Not just for Noah. But for the many other parents that probably would have trusted her and listened to her advice; the many parents that probably do. How dare she try to lower his sky and take away his future! Thank goodness God gave me a sense of conviction, a loud voice and a ferocious inner mamma bear.

Thank God I didn't listen.

So F you Ms Droste...and your 15 days.