Today after school I've got a meeting with Mitchell's teacher. Mitchell will also be in attendance at the meeting. Our goal is to work through some issues Mitchell is having in the classroom, which have infiltrated their way into home life as well.
I would really appreciate your prayers as we try to work through all of this. For my regular readers, you may recall my past concerns regarding my son. He likes to chat. A lot. And this is causing some serious frustrations for the teacher and I'm beginning to wonder if there's something more going on with him than just his love for words. Yesterday his teacher told me she's never, in all of her years of teaching (She's been teaching for a while . . . I'd say around 15 - 20 years), she's never had a student that was so verbally and socially-inclined as Mitchell is.
When I suggested to her that we've been entertaining the thought (ever-so-lightly) of home-schooling him, while she acknowledged where I was coming from with the possibility of teaching him at home, she expressed her concern for him regarding the lack of daily social activity a home-school setting would produce, causing him to potentially "shut down". I was, at least, relieved to know she wasn't trying to push the possibility of him exiting her classroom, simply because she doesn't want to teach my son for the next year-and-a-half (she'll be his teacher next year in grade 4 as well). She actually really likes him.
For those of you who've read my private blog about my experience as the stepmother to a child with Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD), you may recall that our life while my stepson lived with us was pretty much in a constant state of chaos and stress. Unfortunately, Mitchell and his younger brother also experienced this chaos and stress. As much as Wayne and I tried to "keep them out of it", in all reality, that's not possible when you share the same roof. While I'm not trying to blame our RADical experience for Mitchell's current challenges, part of me wonders if some of the side-effects of our stressful years are taking their toll on him in more ways than we realize. We've requested that Mitchell meet with the school counselor on a regular basis, in the hopes that she may be able to "expose" some of Mitchell's feelings regarding our RADical life.
I won't bore you with all the details of the conversation I had with Mitchell's teacher yesterday after school, but some of his behaviors are concerning, and as a result, his school experience is not reaching its full potential. He's beginning to develop a bit of a "reputation", you might say, which he really doesn't need. Labels given to kids are never a good thing. Living in a small community is hard enough without your child being labelled by people who don't even really know him (or us).
And in Mitchell's defense about his gift of gab . . . he got this from not only one, but both of his parents. Wayne and I both enjoy talking. A lot. So I'm thinking genetics may have something to do with this, although another part of the genetics could also be some attentional problems, which Wayne and my RAD child both experience. I've been doing some more research on ADD/ADHD and I won't be surprised if, after the meeting with the teacher, she suggests to have him tested. I'm okay with that. But it scares me. I've already lived one life with an ADHD child and I was hoping to live my next without.
But . . . this is all in God's hands and He loves Mitchell more than I do. One day at a time.