So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
It took one long week to get here. Seven very drawn out and arduous days to get to this point. Both out there and here. Out there - the world outside my blog - because I am on vacation this coming week and I know time stood still on at least 3 occasions. And here - in my little blog-world I've created - because I've made several attempts at writing, had a few good starts but no connections, no finishes. I tried, I really, really tried. Nothing.
My writing self needs a little more fiber in her diet.
And it's not like I've not had things to write about I have.
Take for instance an email I received on Monday in regards to my son's progress at school. The young lady writing me is a counseling intern and has followed Eddie for the last few weeks.
In the email she introduces herself and proceeds to tell me about how she feels Eddie is depressed, and lethargic (I think to myself What the...? Eddie? Depressed? No way, I've seen him depressed and he is far from it. Lethargic? He's just sleepy. Who is this again?)
But despite my parental experiences or my motherly instinct I feel my heart twinge and my mind question...
She proceeds to say that perhaps he isn't taking his medicine again and that sometimes kids lie. (Yes this is true Missy however, I think we've seen what not taking his medicine does to him and I am more than certain he is taking it. I think.)
Again, doubts swim around in my mind and I begin to be very upset. Perhaps he is just hiding it well at home...
She then tells me she is quite concerned about some things he has written and leaves it at that.
Alarms go off.
Red flags wave like mad.
Wait, he's writing?!? That's weird.
And just what is he writing? Fear, doubt, resentment all wrap around my heart, I am a snake bed of emotions at this point.
I return her email. Thanking her for her concern, her time spent and letting her know what we do and do not see at home. Blah, blah, blah....Then I ask her what exactly is it that Eddie is writing that concerns her. Is it dark and morbid? Is it threatening? Is it suicidal? I wonder how could I not see this at home?
The email reply was sent early Monday morning. I wait.
A few hours later the Vice Principal calls, Eddie is in his office because he was unable to control himself in class. He is concerned, wants to have another special education review. We have more discussion, then finish up and when I hang up I begin to cry.
His phone call compounded the panicky feeling I was already fighting.
Late afternoon I receive the reply from Missy Intern. I open the email, bracing myself for what I might read. I scan the letter, wading through the blather and jargon. And I get to this:
One of the teachers forwarded an assignment to me in which he was supposed to be writing answers to a couple of passages he had read. His response for one of the questions was "You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose." Another response appeared to be lyrics to a song about running over and squishing the Taco Bell Dog.
More tears. Only this time because I am laughing, laughing so hard I begin to wheeze.
What a relief! That is just boredom and nonsense...
Intern Lady if that concerns you with all you know about my son and the world, then you have quite a way to go in your learning.
I couldn't form a reply. I feared I would be rather snarky and then she will be concerned about me. Besides, I chalked it all up to her inexperience. At least in telling parents about her observations if nothing else.
Ch-ch-ChangesAnd then there is the fact that my bff Sharona has accepted the offer to get a lot more pay and better benefits What's that about? at another job. Ok, so hurrah for her but what about her friends?
Just gonna have to be a different woman
I'm just kidding, because seriously, I couldn't be more happier for her. She has worked at the church in every role but the Pastor's with all of her heart put into it everyday for 10 long years and no one, and I mean no one, is more deserving of this opportunity. Even if it's not with us. Sniff.
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
I know we will always stay the best of friends, nothing can change that. I love you Sharona! But it still changes everything. And that is life right?
Time may change me, but I can't trace time.
Whatever that means...
So I am going to end it here. With the hopes that this David Bowie song will finally leave my head.
Strange fascination, fascinating me...
Seriously. Love the song, but it has been the ear worm from hell for the whole week...
(no really, what does that mean David?)