Being a Momma of a child whose needs are different means you spend your life crying, getting angry and saying things you shouldn't have to in the heat of the moment. Surprisingly, you can be rewarded as a result. The weird thing is, if you ask nice and casually, it kind of falls on deaf ears. But if you scream, write letters, cry, get to the point where you can't handle it anymore and therefore make yourself look like a total psycho in the process; well, it might just be worth the agony. And in Belle's case, well - Id do it everyday if it meant getting some answers.
Lucky on this 45th million occasion we got an answer.
Belle is totally not coping with her options at school. She just doesn't quite grasp that these new choices will form the foundation for her future and she sits in the class not knowing what the hell to do. When she has been given homework, I ask her what its about and she simply does not know. So I have to re-teach her in a language that she understands. For instance, she has been taught franchising and enterprising in Business Studies. She came home not knowing what it all meant. So I had to break it down like she was going to buy into McDonald's/Subway/Starbucks - shops she identifies with and some of the many fast food chains that are ever the popular franchises in the UK. After spending three hours on a piece of homework that should have taken an hour, we got there. But how many parents do you know who has three hours a NIGHT to spend with their kids on their homework and whose parents cannot give them the guidance during their exam; of which she will no doubt, ultimately, crumble and fall without them there?
As a result of a rather intimate meeting with her SENCO and the likes, it has come to light that Ellie is allowed to take a bespoke course at another school in Floristry. To say this is a relief is an understatement. Floristry is a trade, at least and is something Ellie will manage quite easily. I can't tell you how much of a relief it was when the Access team at Wigan authority granted this bespoke course but I only wish the school could have identified her needs more closely without me having to scream my head off and see how we could tackle her needs.
Nevertheless, it is done.
I hope Im done screaming for a while. The 1% of me that doesn't cope seems to outweigh the 99% of the time that I do, so I hope some people give Momma's like me a break and empathise with how shitty this cruel planet can be for little people like Ellie.
Wow, I feel so much better already - happy Friday x