Parent-teacher conferences wear me out. So far I’ve had one great one, one sucky one, and the last one is in a few hours. I already know how it’s going to go and it won’t be bad. But it’s going to be draining.
I’ve talked at length before about the struggles my eldest is having with homework, obedience, organization, and her transition to middle school. I’m really hesitant to put this out there because it’s going to appear to some that I’m diagnoses-happy and looking for a way to avoid parenting blame. At my eldest’s conference I had to get a behavior plan in place and get moving on a 504 because we suspect really bad ADHD. Middle school has thrown her for such a loop that we’re having trouble getting her to show her strengths consistently. She’s so brilliant. I’m so impressed with her intelligence. It’s just that none of her intelligence has been able to help her stick with organizational skills or minimize the “scatterbrained” descriptors she keeps getting from teachers.
At my youngest’s conference, the teacher started with the obligatory, “Here’s what she’s having trouble with and needs to work on…” spiel but as soon as I said, “So what are her strengths?” the teacher flew into excitement over showing me all of her great work and gushing over what a pleasure she is to have in class and how bright she is.
So that leaves the middle girl child this afternoon. We had her PPT already last week, so there won’t be any surprises there. I did get a piece of mail today from the school that she was chosen as her classroom’s Writer of the Month for December! She’ll have her photo and a piece of her writing displayed in the front hallway of the school near the entrance! I’m so excited for her, and I hope that she’s happy about this. She’s not one that likes to have a lot of attention on her if it makes her anxious in any way, so she’ll have to see this as positive. I’ll have to mention to her teacher this afternoon to make sure the lighting is good and not to use flash photography since she hates it and it scares her.
It’s not even that it’s so emotional, though, that makes it tiring. Don’t get me wrong. These things are emotionally draining. It’s having to drag the kids along, especially when they don’t really want to go. When I say drag, sometimes it’s quite literal. Here’s hoping it’s not literal this afternoon.