Today I dropped Owen off for his final day of transistion before he moves schools. He has off next week and will begin at his new placement on July 10. All of his teachers have been writing sweet notes about how they enjoyed working with Owen this year…his big blue eyes…the fun they had…and I felt as though I had failed them. Could I have done more? Should I have done something different?
As we pulled up, Lori–one of his first teachers–crossed our parking spot. We met up with her in the lobby and I started to cry. Why hasn’t he done better? These amazing people are not in this job for the money. The pay stinks. Owen has hit, bit, pushed and yelled at each and every one of his teachers. He has also learned, laughed and loved with each of them. Truly, the first time he ever said "I love you" was to his teacher Lorraine.
Why couldn’t he have made it? Not for me–but for them.