Stressed...

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Our summer was hot and boring.  Harley had many doctor appointments.    We thought he was going to have foot surgery and that's been ruled out at least for now.    He gets re-evaluated in six months.  

He took a comprehensive IQ test a few weeks ago.   I got the results a week ago while he played game-boy and read in a nearby office.    He tested low.  The meeting was all about all this data and the doctor recommendations that we concentrate on life skills, money management and building his independence and all the things we can do to improve things.

To say that all this data was overwhelming was an understatement.   Hubby couldn't come as I only had a few days notice on scheduling this followup appointment and it was made the day of his testing.   So, I scheduled the meeting with my schedule in mind.     I was on my own and normally, I'm very pulled together and matter of fact about things.

Trouble was, that I was prepared for him to not test high and have issues, but I wasn't prepared for all that I was being told.   I about fell apart in this meeting, but knew that I couldn't as the meeting was an hour and a half and I'm one that doesn't fall apart EVER.     Had I done so, I would have been a major mess.  

It took me days to process all this data and not be about beside myself with what all this meant.   I still don't know for sure, as at this point--it's just data.   It's useful to know, but beyond that--I don't know.   My son is twelve.  Time is becoming an issue.    Our hopes for his future are still the same and we choose to hope and push for the best.   The final report is being typed up.   I'm anxious to get it, forward copies to his other doctors and followup with them.  

He started a new school, this week.   It's within the same school district and is a charter school.   I was  thrilled when he got in, as it seemed like the perfect place for him with small classes and emphasis on math, science and computers.   I liked what they were saying and was very impressed with the tour of the school.  Shortly thereafter, issues arose with financial mistakes that the charter school made and the district threatened to close the school.  They were given a second chance and were moving to a new location over the summer.  

Summer came and little word on details.   Things changed and another location was chosen.   School started late and things seem unorganized.   I now have my antenna up and I'm nervous about whether this is going to workout.      He seems happy and he's made a few friends already.   A good place to start and he even remembered a friends' name yesterday.  My son is often terrible about introductions and asking or even remembering names.    

We feel time is running out on getting our child where we feel he needs to be.    His not going to college never entered my mind before last week,  but it's becoming obvious that a community college might be the best that we can hope for.  

It's not the end of the world, I know as I never completed college.   I grew up knowing that there wasn't money for college and my mother never pushed education, nor was she involved in school and/or helping us with homework.    I never had any idea growing up what I would do with my life.   EVER.  All I knew was that I wasn't meant to remain in my small town as it wasn't for me or what I wanted.  

We're leaning towards moving and selling our home by summer.   We want a bigger house, a full basement and want to belong in a neighborhood with a community pool.     Much hangs on how school goes and what direction we take.    

We're also discussing whether we should get serious and investigate local private schools.    We talked about it a few years ago, but it didn't seem like a priority and we couldn't see the need for spending that kind of money.   Now, we seem to be running out of options as we don't want to move into another school district and find out that this wasn't the best move either and be stuck.   

I love Cafe Mom.   All I've had the time and energy for lately is reading and commenting on journals.   If your my friend, I haven't forgotten you, but my life has been crazy.

Diane