It's Only The First Week. . .

First week back at school. 

How are your little ones going? 

I thought we were doing well, apart from a bit of tiredness I thought we had settled into this term really well. 

Today I dropped Kaitlyn off at school for a day she was excited about. Anzac service in the morning and computers in the afternoon. She seemed happy. 
There was a relief teacher in her class as her normal teacher was off sick. But she still seemed happy enough. 

11:30 I got a call from the teacher. "Kaitlyn's been saying she feels like throwing up, I left her to see how she would go but she's still saying it, can you come and pick her up" 

I knew, straight away, that Kaitlyn wasn't sick. How bad is that? I never believe her. 

I didn't feel like explaining to the very shy and quiet relief teacher that Kaitlyn wasn't sick, I didn't feel like going through the whole spiel of 'this is what happens when she's not coping and wants out' I just agreed to pick her up. I had a feeling the teacher wouldn't understand. 

When I got to class I opened the door and the look of pure relief, like a huge weight was off her shoulders, flashed across Kaitlyn's face and she smiled at me. I had to look away so I didn't cry. 

I brought her home and she ate her lunch and went for a 'rest'. I know she's not sick, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let her skip school and have fun at home. 

I wish I knew how to help my girl. 
I wish I could make school a better experience for her. 
I wish I could help her cope. 
I wish the teachers understood more-although I don't understand her enough so I can't really expect the teachers too. . .