You’ve heard of that book Who Moved My Cheese, right? It’s all about dealing with change and how to handle things when people move our “cheese.” Well, there’s been a lot of dang cheese-moving in my life lately. And I think I’ve been pretty good at being a lot Sniff and Scurry, doing whatever it takes to get back at it and find my cheese again. I don’t like to Hem and Haw about. That’s not my style. It makes me anxious. I’m not the type to just stand around and wait for things to happen to me. So, when the figurative cheese moves, I move with it. I adjust. But, that doesn’t mean that adjustment isn’t hard.
Work has been an adjustment. I’m team leader at my school now. I have welcomed this change. In fact, I asked for it because I’m a control freak and wanted to make sure things were done correctly. Our team has come from all over the place. No one was at the school last year, so no one really knew, coming into this, how things went here last year. We were all moved around, and we all are in this together. Makes for a special bonding experience, but it’s also stressful trying to figure things out. Plus, the files are a mess and we have quite a bit of clean-up to do. We’re getting it done, though. One thing at a time, right?
The biggest thing is that I’m having to deal with the changeover for Squeaker to a different school. We’ve taken him to his new school a few times over the summer to help with the adjustment and he’s taken some ownership of it, but still talks about his old school as if the old school is still his, too. Unfortunately, tonight he missed Open House at the school because his dad took him and his little brother to visit Grandma and Grandpa while I’m working and he’s off work, which would’ve been a great time for him to meet his new teacher and TAs and see his classroom for the first time. Instead, I had his teacher take pictures for us so that he could at least catch a glimpse of the place. I’m trying really, really hard to make this adjustment easy on him. I’m not sure what some of the areas are designated for, but I’ve labeled some of them.
Anyway, this week I’ve also had to last-minute go to my county’s board of education and have them sign a release to give the county I work for permission for Squeaker to attend school out of his home county, go to his old school and have them sign a form stating he was not a conduct problem, and fax that form to Central Office at the county I work at. Why last-minute? Because it never occurred to anyone to tell me that I needed to do this again. Or at all. Because last year I didn’t have to jump through all of these hoops. I was told about all of this on Tuesday, which led to panic, and me driving way out of my way after work yesterday to get a form signed with both kids in the car screaming at me. It was not fun. And now I wait on pins and needles, hoping my county does not reject my son as an out of county placement, as I’ve been told other employee’s children have been rejected.
I have also given the medication form to the doctor’s office last-minute. Which is my fault, completely. But now there is no guarantee that it will be done in time to get it to the school by the first day of school, which would be awful. Because, of course, they have a stack of medication forms from parents just like me, who turned them in last-minute. The thing is, though, it wouldn’t have even been an issue if we hadn’t changed schools. Because his old school already had the right form with the right dosage and all. Cheese. Moved. But we’re adjusting. It’s allll good….
Speaking of. When I went to his old school to get that form signed today, of course everyone knew who I was. Everyone remembers Squeaker. He’s just got one of those personalities. Adorable. Sweet. Also kind of messy and loud. But mostly adorable and sweet. And the lady at the front said that she’d heard he wouldn’t be there anymore when I told her. No one sounds happy about it. And I ran into his OT person there, and she was very unhappy about it because she was looking forward to working with him this year and starting him on the new sensory program they were starting there. He really had a great team of teachers there who cared a ton about him. The whole school knew him. Everyone watched out for him.
And as I walked out of there, this sadness washed over me. The same sadness that washes over me at times when I think about the kids that I used to teach over at my old school that I’m going to miss. Those people really cared about him. He had an awesome set-up there. That was his school. And he was only there a year. I know the teachers at his new school will love him, too. There is a lot to love. I haven’t met a person yet who can resist his charm. I don’t know what I’m saying. Perhaps I crave familiarity as much as my son does. Maybe more so. I miss those smiling faces and greetings and wonder if they will be the same.
I wonder how that first day is going to go for Squeaker. Will he be excited? Scared? Nervous? Resistant? Will he have a good day? Bad day? I don’t know. I won’t know until the day comes and goes. I still don’t even know who is picking him up that day, even though I keep asking (another problem). Change is scary. Taking that step into the unfamiliar without knowing where your foot is going to land next? I don’t like doing that. I like to have all my ducks in a row.
There are have lots of change. Job changes. Position change. School changes.
We’re adjusting, but it’s one step at a time. It’s hard to tell how Squeaker’s dealing with the change until he’s actually at the new school. With all the things we’ve had going on this summer, I admit going back to school, in general, is a bit scary to think about now, especially with it being a new school. It’s a big transition. I hope it’s a smooth one. I’ve done everything I can to make it the best one possible. I met with his teacher this week and told her everything I can about him, what causes meltdowns, some of the ways we try to handle them, what his teacher last year did, and things like that. I let her know that I am absolutely an involved parent (ahem) and that if there is ever anything going on, I’m on it, and I will do anything I can for him. My son will lack for nothing when it comes to his education.
I just really hope that with all of this change and all of this cheese-moving, we can still make this year a-maze-ing.