This is what I do when I have a moment to breathe. I worry myself with things I may have missed during PPT’s and 504’s and things I could have or should have said to the kids’ teachers at past meetings and dates and events. I worry about things I should have brought up at past doctor appointments or need to bring up at their next doctor appointments.
I go through this exhaustive check list in my head over what ought to be done in the months coming up based on current need, future need, and what we did in prior years.
When we had Gracie’s PPT meeting back in January, I left feeling as if I had forgotten something important. It kept gnawing at me but it wouldn’t identify itself. What a pain in the ass. I left it alone figuring that if it were important it would pop into my head or if it were one of my worries-just-to-worry, then it would dissipate and never come back up. But it did keep gnawing at me… that feeling that we missed something in the PPT.
Luckily it wasn’t something immediate.
I was going over that checklist in my head during the background of my day, and it struck me that we hadn’t officially brought up having summer session aka summer school added to her IEP as we do every year. If it’s part of her IEP then we don’t have to pay the $300-600 fee to the town. Gracie gets her continuation of special services throughout six weeks during the summer. She gets to catch up on anything she missed during the previous school year and maintain what she’s learned.
Where the typical child loses about three months of the previous school year during their summer break, a child like my daughter loses twice that amount. Summer session is imperative for her so that she can stay caught up and what she’s learned can be reinforced.
I dropped a quick e-mail to her team this morning and it’s a good thing I did. This way we can get the paperwork started to change her IEP and make sure I get the paperwork granting permission/making the request for her to be in summer session. Now is the time to get that ball rolling. It will be especially important this year since our town is rearranging schools and my daughter will be attending a different elementary school next year.
And people tell me that worrying isn’t beneficial. Bah.