A few weeks ago I blogged about Bonzo and his general regression. (see here).
After a continuing couple of weeks of extremes – extremely cross, extremely emotional, extremely extreme, on Saturday, mid bike race he started to lose control of his emotion. Although not especially what I wanted it is good, as I know it is the start of him blurting out what has been going on in his mind. ( I am pretty sure it is also what gave him the power to speed to a great 6th position in his under 8s bike race!). And if he has to start screaming at me, then I guess a large outside area with lots of noisy boys is as good a place as any!
So, as predicted, and expected, though not wanted (by me), it has been the worry about going into school on his own that has caused all this.
Walking into the classroom without me has been enough of a challenge for him for us to return to meltdown city.
After bike club, and once Bonzo had calmed enough we talked about what was going on. I ‘wondered’ if going into school without me was too much. ‘yes’ he sobbed, ‘I can’t do it anymore’. Ok. Time to take action. Again.
With a ‘hello, it’s me again’ grin on my face & holding Bonzo’s hand I walked him into school on Monday morning and spoke quietly with Mrs Black. She sent me to see Mrs D who as ever, was courteous, caring (patted me on my shoulder and asked how I was!) and asked me to hang on a few minutes whilst she did the register and she would come for a chat. What she probably wanted to say was ‘oh for heaven’s sake, now what’.
So, we chatted, I explained more, she said how tricky it was for her to think of ways to help him when she just has a reasonably settled, but anxious and hyper little boy in school. I appreciate this is difficult, and she again, showed full support and said that ‘this by no way means that we don’t believe you, we will do anything we can to help him’. Great.
Once again, Mrs D agreed to my suggestions and had some of her own. As of Tuesday, I have been taking Bonzo into school through the office and directly in to the classroom, 2 minutes before they open the door to let the masses in. Each day either Mrs D or Mrs Black have come and taken him from me, with a cheery ‘Morning Bonzo’ and a hand to hold. I sneak back out the way I arrived, and then the others pour in.
I have also upped my presence in the school in general. Volunteering to do any jobs that are asked. That way Bonzo can see me floating around. This week has been sorting out a PTA cupboard, being CRBd (for the umpteenth time) and manning the bookstall.
All has combined to make for a happier week. Bonzo’s shoulders have returned to the normal position, he has enjoyed rehearsing for his assembly, and is happily reading lots at home to get ‘stamps’ on his school bookmark. All good, normal stuff.
Not sure I would ever describe our family life as normal. But for now it is our normal – and that will do nicely.