Cody started school on the 16th, he was excited and even came home with an exuberant happiness. He loved his new teachers, talked of history all evening. His teacher had made each of the kids stand up and salute, Cody loves anything military because his Father is in the Army. It was nice to see him filled with an abundant desire and a new start, after having everything almost crumble the year before.
It’s been a week and the smile is somewhat faded, he loves his classes, but the kids are being rough this year. He’s becoming one of those too-stubborn-to-worry-mom teenagers and I found out (through him) that he’s been seeing the counselor for help with his feelings. He feels like an outcast at the school, he’s picked on this year without the help of being on the same team as his friends. The school is split into two teams, red & black, he’s on the opposite and so has classes without anyone he knows. It’s getting to him.
We were to start the Learning-Aid review/giveaway when Cody started school, but he has been a bit depressed so I decided to get past the first week before starting on Math assistance. After our talk it has been getting a little better and hopefully I can share with you, this amazing program (that I have personally been able to check out, but not Cody as of yet).
I remember a poem I wrote on the day Cody left for Kindergarten. He was wearing a big puffy orange coat and we were standing at the bus stop in the cold morning. He never wanted to go to school, had a distaste for it long before it ever came into awareness that he’d have to go. He looked at me sadly when boarding the bus, sat in the back and had his hands on the window. I cried.
on a naked bus without dreams
you ride away into the big clock of time
with your hand still resting on the window
my heart is there too.