Carthage Middle School. So different than Steadley Elementary. At Steadley, when Rachel Pyron walks in with her kids, everyone knows that I am bringing sweet kids. Ones that are obedient. Ones that will make their lives better. (Hopefully, unless they shock me, and break the record). I bring me, a “retired” teacher if you will, who knows what it is like to long for parental help. Used to having the teachers just be so excited to have us close to them and to be able to have someone to talk to as the year goes on. The parent that remembers what drink you like and happens to bring it just on the right day. The parent that remembers you on birthdays, holidays and especially on birthdays. The parent that doesn’t bring you just another apple mug (although there isn’t anything wrong with those). You know what I am saying. Just making sure teachers feel loved.
So here we are going to Middle School. The time I have dreaded all of last year. Scared for Lane that he would be bullied, and no one would notice. That the teachers wouldn’t understand that he isn’t like the other kids who are tough skinned. The Middle school that I heard the stories of there isn’t any room for parental help. PTO isn’t as accepted as it is in Elementary. AGH! I don’t even know how to put that in my mind. I mean, come on, until last year,when I couldn’t get out of my house and do anything, PTO came out of my mouth how many times a day, week? The boys took pride even of their Mom being president, or whatever job I was doing.
I just knew these teachers were going to be old and their rooms would be cold and no decorations. because well it is time for them to grow up. My mind is screaming but he is just 10! They are seriously not ready for that yet. Kids, in general adapt so easily. Mine doesn’t. But he does eventually. He needs to learn though, and hopefully it will go easier this year. When I was a Special Ed Teacher, parents like me cracked me up some times. I always said ‘those parents’ were the reason their kids couldn’t adapt. Their helicopter Mom wouldn’t let them do anything. Everyone knows I am a helicopter Mom. I hover. It’s true. As Beverly Goldberg said “I’m sure you love your kids, I just love mine more”. (this is a funny show called the Goldbergs”) If you want to watch a show that will teach you about me, go ahead and you will constantly say, that is Rachel. The fear of my kids hurting..I even called Niki over to pull Lane’s tooth because I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him. Correcting behavior is one thing, you know. I just know how special they are and want to make sure other people know. Guess what?I have learned, I don’t have to do anything for people to know how special he is. Lane does it for himself without even trying! Both boys do.
The list of reasons I was scared for him to move on may seem silly to others, but my bubble is so cushy. It feels so safe. I knew I could count on every single person (well maybe not the custodians, but even the sweet cafeteria ladies) to watch out for my babies.
I could text the music teacher when I forgot to send a pop with one of the kids, because goodness knows they would die if they didn’t have a pop like the other kids.
The sweet nurse who calls when Lane has a stomachache, when really he just needed a hug. She just makes sure I know what the problem was. She let me know when they got hurt on the playground and needed a bandaid etc. She knew I just would know. My kids call me Mommy Monkey. I looked all over them to make sure they weren’t hurt or anything. She would make sure I was ok. She took them under her wing, when Lance couldn’t quit crying in Kindergarten.
The school where I can call a previous teacher to check on Lane to make sure he is doing ok in the next grade because he was struggling.
I can sit in the lounge with the cafeteria ladies and talk to them about their day, and be amazed at how sweet they are despite their jobs of trying to feed that many kids in such a short amount of time. Watching them in action. They would check on me, notice that I hadn’t been around in a while. They were even Scentsy customers.
The principal, who really is a PAL, just like they teach you how to spell P R I N C I (then like the word PAL because he is your pal) which growing up I thought was hilarious. But ours, he has had to work with Lane on some issues. He and I bonded like Father and daughter actually, working together on PTO his first year as Principal and me PTO president. Bonded over grief, his losing his daughter, my losing so many loved ones and family members. Feeling comfortable just asking the other to pray for each others pain. He loves his punkins, and you better not mess with them. DO NOT DISTURB LEARNING. As a PTO President I learned that you don’t plan events where it will mess up their day. I loved that.
That Christian principal had good values too. He would follow through. I could email and say, we need to have a conversation, and he would make that happen ASAP! It wasn’t formal, it was what do we need to do to make this better. What do you need from me. Or the other way around.
Other teachers in the building who know me. Who know my story, my concerns, my kids, my humor. What am I going to do going into another school where teachers might think I am psychotic? You know THAT Mom who is crazy and has to be so controlling over every little aspect of their kids lives. I’m not. I let the teacher have control, I make sure that my kids understand they have to listen to them, because they are parents to them during the day. Of course if the teachers were mean, I would become that PSYCHOTIC mother, but it really isn’t going to be necessary. These teachers just know I am the mom to call when they need something. The go-to mom that brings it and goes, or stays if need be. I am friends with my kids teachers. I love them dearly. I would do anything for them. They have given 9 months of their lives for my child, and cherished them. Not sure about yours or anyone else’s but mine I know (just kidding teachers, I know you do it for all kids)
I’m scared. My Steadley secretaries know everything. They have the inside scoop on how to do everything in the world! I am convinced, and you can’t prove it to be untrue in my mind. They take care of me. My boys are so loved by these ladies, it oozes out of them! The smile when they see the Pyron’s stroll in, whether by legs, walker or wheelchair, is so. well, smiley! From the moment I broke the best stapler putting up bulletin boards Lane’s kindergarten year, the sweet secretary just blowing it off, you had to know she was awesome! They call and say “Rachel, sweetie, we need that form filled out. We have one waiting for you in the office. Can you get here or do you need us to mail you this one?” What she should say is “Hey we go through this every year! Your kids have to have a transfer form filled out and turned in at the same time of year each year! Do you want your kids to come here? Well do it, get it done and we will send this home with Lane because Lance doesn’t get things home quickly! Get this signed and sent back ASAP, or you will have to go back to your home school!’ See how sweet she is!
So this summer when I got Lane’s schedule and teachers names, I looked them up on Facebook. He was worried. I was worried. Is this Facebook Stalking? Yes, I think so. It made him feel better to see their faces. To know they are real people. It made me feel better too that I had a jump on what they looked like too. See I am having a lot of trouble with memory now, and I am so afraid that I won’t know who these people are. The wolves I mean. The ones I am sending my little lamb into the wolves den.
All summer long Lane would mention that he is scared, and it is my job as a Mommy to make sure he feels secure, right. That he is going to be fine. That the teachers are going to be nice. The kids aren’t going to be mean, and if they are there will be a bully thing in place where it will take care of the situation like at Steadley. (Dr. Barlow was on the look out for bullying in his school for bullying. He took extra care to make sure Lane wasn’t.) I must say one of my biggest fears for Lane is bullying. He is such an easy target. He is so nice. He is so tender hearted. He gets along with girls more than guys and not in a boyfriend/girlfriend way. Although, one day, these girls who do like him in a crush way and he is like his dad is oblivious, will be the one all of the other guys are mad at. I have tried to figure out a way to tell him to kick the crap out of people who are bullying you and you won’t have anymore trouble with bullies. But I can’t. I wish I could tell him to say “When my baby brother gets bigger he is going to kick your butt!” Or say “My mom is going to be so so mad when I tell her and you don’t want her to know you are picking on her cub!” Side note, few people have seen this rage, and you wouldn’t really recognize me. I wouldn’t recommend going to that place with me. And I wouldn’t do any harm to children, even if they were horrible little wretched children that needed a spanking!
I forget that everyone doesn’t know my humor and how I make even more jokes when I am nervous. I started the conversation with Lane’s homeroom teacher following him saying his name and me saying mine “I Facebook stalked you!” His wife was sitting there with 3 kids. The look on their faces. Well here I am: Mom they have never seen, no husband with her, pink walker, telling them I Facebook stalked them. Oh dear. Now his wife probably thinks I am going to be that Mom that is going to try to hang around all of the time and hit on her husband. I haven’t ever thought about that before, until last night at Open House. It would be something to think about I guess. Him having to be there and Mom’s with kids coming in and if they were the only ones there with him. Well guess who is the PTO mom that is the one that is supposed to stay the whole time to talk to parents about PTO, yep that is me. After I thought about that, “Oh goodness!” Poor thing. She came in with the boys mid way and she may have anyway. She has been at both things I have been at. But I hope she doesn’t feel nervous about this weirdo mom. I am just the PTO Mom who is trying to do the best for his classroom. I did get a homeroom Mom for him, which should be a clue I wasn’t going to always stalk him or I would have been a Homeroom Mom too. PS I obeyed Luke and wasn’t the homeroom Mom.
Remember that I just realized my error of saying the Facebook stalking last night? I also introduced myself to the Music and Library teachers the same way. I just want to remember. Oh I want to remember. I still can’t. Stalking on FACEBOOK which means I looked at their pics, and looked at their names to try to put it in long term memory (yeah right) The librarian asked “Why?” I said “I wanted to see the wolves I was sending my baby to?” I was just scared. She said we aren’t wolves. She was hurt somewhat. I understand. But there are also rumors out there (but rumors shouldn’t be listened to, and there have been a change in “owners” if you will. So it is better. Later I was talking to them about the pizza PTO bought, and the Pyrons ordered and brought. They said they hadn’t eaten because they never do. They said “We do after, we are nervous too.” I hadn’t thought of that. I then remembered how frightened I was when it was time for me to have open houses as a teacher.
Wheeling through the school, I had to go all of the way to the end to use the elevator. I had to wait. I was trapped. My boy had to wait with me. He was so excited to show me things. He wasn’t embarrassed of me. I was for him. I wanted to jump up and run down those stairs. as I was just as excited as he was. I couldn’t wait to see the rooms. The band room. The music room. The cafeteria. But we wait for the key. It is a huge school, and Dr. Ragsdale can only walk so fast. I really like Dr. Ragsdale by the way! He has a great sense of humor! Good thing, and we get along and he didn’t laugh too hard when I said I was scared to drop Lane off at the Mix and Meet!
We get downstairs, and Lane tells me he wants me to go there, “it’s just a few stairs Mommy.” “I’m sorry.” I say. I realize at this moment (and when I brought pizza and the faculty lounge was in the basement type place and I couldn’t get down there either) that I am definitely not in OZ anymore, where getting places was easy, parking lots are redone to make sure wheelchairs can get up them better. Where you are instructed to call to make sure you get help to get in with all of your things.
The morning of Kindergarten, he hid in my robe. IN my robe. He was that small. We both didn’t want him to go. Last night he wasn’t scared. He got to do what he was looking forward to in so long. He got to choose a LOCKER! The joy in him was so cool! And guess what? Someone wanted to be a locker mate. Chose him. A friend, that was a boy! And I love his Mom! JOY for me!
He is only 2 minutes away. He will be a million miles away from me. He is ready, so confident. He feels brave. Brave enough to get drinks by himself and go to the bathroom last night (“MOM this bathroom is so big, and cleaner than Steadley’s!”) I only have 2 more more days left to protect him. But I can’t protect him really, only God can. P.S. Who are the real wolves? The real wolves that I should be afraid of are the 5th and 6th graders!
In 2 days, my middle school boy will wake up, excited with a bit of nervous, and get ready for school. I will get up and try to not start crying yet. I will talk to Luke and the tears will then start. not the ugly cry. But this is the beginning of my boy growing up for real. I will drive 2 minutes from home. Wait in line forever I guess. And he will be on his own. A little guy in a giant school, a million miles a way.