When I dropped The Boy off he was growling. That was my first clue...which I ignored.
When the phone rang only 45 minutes later, I knew I was in trouble.
The preschool director regretted to inform me that "Our staff cannot be treated with this disrespect" First he wouldn't sit down in his class and when he was pulled out and asked what was wrong he kicked the director in the shins...TWICE!
After he came home, I repeatedly took his temperature...hoping that he was running a fever. Checked out his throat....maybe strep....All was wishful thinking. He wasn't sick....just sick of the system...sick of being told what to do...sick of the other kids not being nice to him.
Rarely do I quote President Obama, but dealing with this "is above my pay grade". To be honest, as a mother, I don't even have a pay grade. I have to do this for FREE. Walk into the director's office listen to the list of offenses, take my delinquent home, punish him for his deeds, return him to school the next day only to have the director open my car door during carpool and frostily (is that a word) tell me "we all have bad days". She was nice enough not to add "Your Demon child has bad days, too."
His future flashed before my eyes. He'd never get into private school. The kids at our local public school would lead him further down the path of destruction. His current school would not let him stay another year.
I am exhausted just thinking about motivating this kid for the rest of his life. I am not the cheerleader type. I'm a "suck it up" kind of mother not a "pretend you are not irritating the H E double hockey sticks out of me" kind of mother.
Let's be honest, life is easier for the Glass is Half Full types. How do I create that type of kid or am I stuck with the "I have no friends" mentality for the next 40+ years?
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