Parent teacher conferences are a whole lot different than they used to be. We were recently reminiscing about the year I sat in front of Jesse's teacher and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Everybody loves Jesse." Those days are gone. Now parent-teacher conferences are a place to put all pride aside and eat some humble pie. It's funny, because the morning of this conference I was being interviewed by a college student working on a project connected to foster care. One of her questions was about my definition of success. I told her that my definition of success has definitely changed in my years parenting trauma kids. I no longer believe success involves glowing reports at conferences. It's no longer connected to what others think. My definition of success now is simply saying "yes" to God and knowing that that is success is His eyes.
This year's parent-teacher conference involved conversations about defiance, unkind words, stealing, and a child who wants to be expelled (we don't even know how he knows what that is!) so that he can stay home. He's too smart for us.
It also included the revelation that the detailed descriptions we had been given for about 2 weeks about a fidget trading club were all figments of his imagination, fabrications apparently used to persuade us to purchase some fidgets for "trading". We had even been told which day he "got the paper and signed up" because "now I have some fidgets to trade."
The more you know...Now we know.
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