You are most likely stopping by to catch up on the latest from the mummagrizzlybear household. There’s certainly lots of fantastic things to report and some of these are huge milestones on our #PDA journey for Babybear.
I’ve blogged a lot about our fight to source the right education provision for our son (square shaped peg) since he was excluded back in Nov 2016 from mainstream (round shaped hole). I shared with you my internal struggle over wanting to tackle the witch of a Head teacher through the legal system over neglect and discrimination but also knowing my energy was instead needed in focusing on supporting my boy to recover and grow. To let that go (and by *that* I mean so so so much more) I had to believe that Karma would one day play its part.
A couple of weeks ago we received fantabulous news. An email arrived late into the evening that brought tears streaming down my face. Happy tears. Our Local Authority had finally agreed the all important budget for our ‘dream’ school for Babybear. The very school I’d been told he’d never get a place at. The school that had relighted my hope and aspirations for him, that costs the earth but promises to deliver the moon and the stars in return. The school who has a head teacher that cares so passionately about individual children that you can see it and feel it. He instills belief and trust but he was forthright with his recommendations “those who fight the loudest will get the spaces”… So I fought… loud. Not only does Babybear now have a place agreed, he can start pronto. Tomorrow will be his last day at his temporary provision. A group of settings we were told he could only stay at for two terms but has now been there 13 months. A place that petrified me on first visiting. Its been a bitter sweet experience with highs and lows. He has learnt so much, some of which I wish we could have bypassed, like some of the choice new vocabulary when in fight or flight mode! But my oh my has he grown. I get choked up on my ‘what a difference a year makes’ type talk now… I’d never have believed this kind of change was possible. I like so many parents with challenging children had resigned myself to the fact that it would never get better; their symptoms and diagnosis will not simply disappear so why would anyone imagine life could become easier? However, here we are, about to bid farewell to a chapter I will now hold forever dear and we are eager and excited for the future and any hurdles that might come with the onward journey. We feel infallible. I asked Babybear tonight what he feels his biggest achievement has been since he’s been at the temporary school? “I’m not as angry anymore” was his reply.
Including his initial exclusion he has transitioned from 3 schools already, all without the opportunity for a planned farewell or the space to experience an ‘ending’ positively. This fourth transition potentially sees him joining a ‘forever school’, somewhere he can stay until he is 16, providing the setting remains right for him. He’s joining a class of 3 pupils, 2 Teachers and 2 T.A’s in a combined primary and secondary school, where he will be the 36th pupil in total. Class sizes will never exceed 8 pupils, and the school, although expanding will only ever admit a maximum of 45. The school day in length is far closer to a typical mainstream education but their approach to teaching is far more adventurous. Babybear will be able to work towards achieving as many qualifications as he is able whilst combining this with daily outdoor excursions, from horse riding to kayaking with the added bonus of a therapeutic team on sight continually assessing his needs and responding appropriately. They even have 2 school dogs on site which was quite an incentive to our little animal lover. This transition is mega and Babybear is currently in a really strong and positive frame of mind. It requires cakes and gifts along with careful management. Too ‘much’ and we could blow this. If its ‘not right’ he could fold.
This is the joy of Jekyll and Hyde life with a PDA’er. When you think you’ve got something nailed, you’re about to wobble. The things you think they’ll breeze through, they collapse at and the tasks you consider impossible they trump at. Life is constantly in a fragile delicate balance. In the grizzlybear household we no longer walk on egg shells but I’d be fibbing if I were to try and say my own anxiety about this big change was not causing me to ever so slightly panda to some things. Take the ‘cake’ for instance. He NEEDS a Pokemon iced cake to take to school tomorrow for the departing treats. Mummagrizzlybear dutifully presents ‘the cake’ ( the very one he’d described from the supermarket – just picture my relief when just 1 remained on the shelf for me today!) only to be greeted with “does it have jam in it?” Yes the cake has jam….. Queue the meltdown…he wanted chocolate. On no other occasion do I relent on ‘food related meltdowns’ in such a way, but today I hot footed it back to a shop to buy his very own chocolate cake to accompany the Pokemon cake which couldn’t be returned because of course he still NEEDED Pokemon cake!
I wish I could add to this post some step by step tips for a fail proof way to get other children the provision they deserve. Sadly, I don’t think I could do this list justice right at this time nor explain clearly enough exactly the things we have needed to do to reach this point…needless to say this is a task I am preparing myself to work on for the future…the nearish future where mummagrizzlybear will find herself contently poised at the writing desk safe in the knowledge that both of her boys are safe and well looked after at school, having their needs met and thriving. Oh doesn’t that sound sweet!! And…that writing desk…it will be in the new house! Because in amongst all of this fab Babybear-great news, Daddybear had some top news too with a promotion that comes with a house right in the countryside to boot too! Brave and freshly full of excitement for our future, this grizzlybear family feels it can overcome anything, so what’s another little house move! Bring it on!
And lastly…you know that ‘Karma’ that I trusted my resentment and grief over to. Well, a certain person who once reigned with vicious authority and caused the grizzlybears untold pain can no longer taunt the mainstream population that remained trapped in that ‘outstanding’ setting as it would seem she chose to resign ahead of the news being released of corruption regarding the last academic years exams!
Bitterness and resentment will get us nowhere. I was told this once. I chose to channel every bit of pain into optimism trusting that everything happens for a reason. This opened us to opportunities and from each and every new challenge we have grown. Tomorrow marks an ending and opens a great big door to the ‘new’. Our PDA’er finally gets to say a goodbye.
I am a right old mixture of emotions right now, absolutely 100% likely to cry tomorrow at his farewell but I am also still a very aware and in touch with reality PDA Parent. I totally get that tomorrow could be a big anti climax. I am more than aware that the school transition could quite seriously set Babybear back a few hundred steps to begin with. And if the school move doesn’t the house move sure will. However. I’ve learnt to appreciate and enjoy the good bits whilst they’re there. Roll with it. Look back on the journey and see the things we’ve overcome thus far. Remember this next time we hit a blip. Breathe. Deeper. Smile. Life can be good if we choose it to be.