Today was a rough morning for my son. He got in trouble at school yesterday for misbehaving and I had to talk with his teacher to get the story from her. He saw me as he went into the classroom for the morning and I asked him to promise to try harder to do better otherwise he would lose access to privileges. (His 3 current favorite items)
He got emotional after we talked and said his tummy hurt. I knew it was just his anxiety getting the best of him. He pulled and prodded and begged to go home. I persisted that he needed to stay. I saw the VP walking down the hallway towards us. He's a very gentle and kind man and I knew he would help. He intervened and took him begrudgingly to his classroom. I could hear him breaking down sobbing. IT BROKE MY HEART!
Mama's, especially those with #SpecialNeeds
kiddos, I know you get this more than most.
Does the hurt EVER stop for your child? I keep hoping this will get better. Perhaps when we move next summer to a different school district with better schools and better resources. I can only hope.
I saw this in the hallway and snapped a pic. I chuckled when I saw he wanted to be a truck driver. He idolizes his Daddy so much.
I remember wanting to be like my Mom at that age too. There's nothing wrong with him wanting to be a truck driver someday either. It's a noble hard working profession. I do hope he can do something that will allow him to be a family man easier however.
What do your kiddos say they want to be when they grow up and how old are they?
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*fights hard not to laugh* stop farting in class, dude.
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