Ryan's IEP team had a plan for this school year.
It was the not the plan I wanted.
But I thought I could take steps forward in faith, and be (as) open minded (as my typically closed mind could be).
I went and observed the class they suggested she would be in. The teacher was wonderful. The environment fabulous...for typical kids.
But the teacher barely acknowledged me. She asked no questions about Ryan. She looked at the floor rather than looking me in the eye and I knew in my heart...she did not want my daughter in her class.
I get it.
I really do.
Thirty two kids in a class is just too many. And one who will never learn the way the other kids do, who doesn't talk, and occasionally laughs so hard she wets her pants, can be just. too. much.
But she is mine and I love her more than life and even though it all made perfect sense I went to my car and cried. There was just no way I could leave my daughter at school each day believing she was looked at as a burden.
My hubby and I began to look into my older daughter's private school. We would need to provide an aide, we would need to pay tuition, but the door was open.
And then the restaurant I have worked at (very) part time decided to close at the end of the summer. Our income was cut as our outgo needed to increase.
I chose to believe God would provide.
I felt peace.
Last week Ryan began her 4th year of kindergarten at the San Luis Classical Academy. We are just so excited.
SLOCA, as we family members call the school, is a hybrid program. Tuesdays and Thursdays my daughters are on campus. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, they are home schooled, based on a curriculum provided by the school.
We do get to augment...
The end of one school means the beginning of another adventure.
The end of employment means more time to devote to my family.
I am excited about both the ends and the beginnings...