I gaped at him.
"Matt. What are you
doing?"
"I'm just trying to hide from Bobby."
"Matt...I'm in the middle of a meeting." I nodded at Billy's mom.
"Oh.
Right." He zipped back out.
You can imagine the look on Billy's mom's face. I apologized on his behalf. I let her know he was a former student. There was so much more I could have told her
about Matt, but of course confidentiality doesn't allow it. And of course she wants to talk about her own
child. But the thing is, knowing Matt
would have put Billy into perspective for her.
Although most of our conference was all about how Billy is
making adequate progress, she was concerned when I told her about the first
time we met as a small group to read a book together. It was a book he'd read to himself before,
and it was at his instructional level.
When he sat down to join the group he said to me, "I don't know why
my eyes are wet." I told him that he could take a few minutes to get a
tissue and or wash his face, then look over his books himself. I could read a page with him later. And I did, 20 minutes later. And he was fine. And the next time we met as a group he was
fine. Out of 50 days of school, this was
the one and only time Billy got anxious enough to almost, but not quite, cry. So when she told me she's worried about how anxious Billy is, I couldn't stop thinking back to Matt 4 years ago.
Matt cried almost every day for weeks.
Matt cried when he missed his mom.
Matt didn't want to go into the gym for the first few weeks.
Matt refused use the bathroom because other kids use the
bathroom and it might have germs.
Matt didn't want to eat in the lunchroom because someone
threw up in there once so he might get germs and get sick.
Matt didn't want to eat in classroom either after someone
threw up in there.
When Billy's mom saw Matt she saw a fifth grader horsing
around. She didn't see him as a boy her son's
age and height but about 15 pounds skinnier.
Trembling and crying.
I'm not writing this because I think Billy has zero problems
or because his problems don't matter because some kids have serious anxiety so
his insecurities don't need to be addressed. I had that discussion with her; I'm writing this for YOU.
I'm sharing this because when Matt slipped into my room like
he owned the place I felt an overwhelming sense of hope. Sometimes we see these little first graders
and worry so much. They cry or have tantrums
or hit people every day and we feel powerless.
Then 4 years later this kid is comfortable and confident and happy. He has lots of friends, his mom is involved
with the PTO (by the way she was anxious when I met her too; the family was new
to the school when he started in my class).
And Matt is now in the Student Government at our school.
One of the most painful things about being moved from fourth
grade to first grade was the feeling of not knowing most of the kids in the
school that first year. I was eating
lunch with a new set of coworkers who were talking about kids I didn't know and
would never interact with. Now I know
nearly every kid in the school. All those older kids
used to sit in my room and listen to me read stories every other day. And they still look 6 years old to me. It was a rough adjustment for Matt. And me.
But we've both grown an awful lot in 4 years. And this year we both feel comfortable,
confident, and happy.
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