I said I would write some more about fear today. It is very fitting since I spent a large portion of my day in a stressed state, fearing what was going to happen next. You see, the other day I received a phone call from the school. Now, many of you know what I am talking about here. LOTS of parents fear calls from the school. You look at the caller ID to see the school’s number and immediate dread enters your being. You think “Oh MAN, what did he do now?” Maybe your kid is prone to fights or has problems with authority and finds himself with lots of detentions. Sure, for the most part parents answer a call from the school wondering what news is to come. They listen to an automated recording about a fundraiser, school closing or other informational message. Not in this house, not with my son. When the phone rings during school hours I am stone scared about what happened.
I’m not overprotective
I’m not paranoid
I’m not over reacting
The fact of the matter is, I have gotten a phone call that my son was being transported to the ER because he ripped the side of his face open on a coat hook at school. Yeah, you read that right, a coat hook. He looked like the Joker from The Dark Night. It was BAD. Plastic surgery, internal and external stitches – the works. Oh, and he is terrified of doctors and hospitals so he had to be restrained for the ambulance ride and for quite a while at the hospital as well.
I have gotten calls saying the boy is so distraught they can’t calm him down. That he was having a meltdown they couldn’t diffuse. He was attacking the school staff and there was an officer in the room to try and make sure that everyone stayed safe. If I couldn’t come right away, they were going to have to take him to the ER because they don’t know if he was in pain or if something was physically wrong. Did I mention he is terrified of doctors and hospitals?
He has bitten teachers and sent them to the ER.
Yeah, so I fear the phone when it rings. I beg you, if you are calling from the school be direct and quick to get to the point. When you call and say I am so-and-so from the school, don’t pause and wait for me to give the usual ‘hi’ or ‘yes’. Cut to the chase. Don’t then say “I’m calling about the boy” and wait for me to give another polite ‘yes’. Inside I am reeling and ten different scenarios have flashed through my mind as explanation for this mid-day phone call from the school nurse. Spit it all out at once for me. Rip that Band-Aid off fast, don’t peel it back little by little and prolong the pain – I beg of you!!
Okay, the boy won’t keep his shoes on at school (again). He is also having an issue with some tooth pain. So I stressed all morning, dousing myself in Stress Away essential oil blend and sucking down 3 servings of coffee mixed with Pure Protein Complete Chocolate because I was too nervous to eat while I waited for the end of the school day. At the end of the day I had a meeting with the teacher, principal, the boy’s speech pathologist and the CSE Chairperson to discuss how we can make this year successful and overcome these things that have cause problems the first week. The meeting went well and I am super confident that we are going to have a great year in this new school with the new teacher. It is going to take some adjusting and the boy is going to push the boundaries – but that is normal for any kid.
But you know I am going to feel nauseous if the school calls me Monday.
The little bugger causing problems 😉