Thursday, November 29, 2012

Dear Aetna,

I have one question.
I need one thing done.
I don't think I'm asking too much.
It's actually a win-win situation.
Wouldn't it be nice when the day comes when you won't have to deal with me anymore?
The day my kids won't need their therapy EOBs with a zero balance anymore?
The day you won't have to process those claims anymore?

I had a few phone conversations today.
I made my case.
I don't think "Melissa" is taking my request seriously.
It's my "Mom gut" telling me that.
And my "Mom-gut" is rarely wrong.

So the ball is in their court now.
And I wait, but I won't wait quietly.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Homework!

10 minutes of homework per grade level per day.
That's the rule they use in our school district.
That's 30 minutes of homework for my 3rd grader.
Everyday.
And she loves it.
We are so thankful that our little girl has her game face on each afternoon when it's homework time.
She works so hard.
She does so well.
Thank you, Supportive Education and mainstreaming!






Monday, November 26, 2012

On Why I Am So Thankful 2012

This year, I was given so many things to be thankful for!

My husband
....for his continued support.
....for helping me see the big picture and telling me that it was time to make a career change.
....for reminding me that family comes first and that we will do what we have to do to get through this transition.
....for a wonderful 11th Anniversary!

My daughter
....who ate her entire turkey dinner for the first time without issues and didn't need a modified meal.
....who decided on her own that she wanted to play the "What's your favorite....." Game with my inlaws around the dinner table and made everyone smile. .... who I didn't have to translate for during the entire dinner.
....who actually WANTED to help me put up our Christmas decorations.

My son
....who actually tasted cranberry sauce for the first time and didn't allow his sensory issues to get in the way.
....who didn't have a meltdown on Thursday, even though he didn't have a nap.

Thanksgiving was so good to me this year!



Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Remember What Happened on the Last Election?

April 2011.
There was an election going on and I brought my daughter.
And I was crushed at the lack of compassion and professionalism by several of the Election Judges at the polling site.
How could they say such things?
To this day, I refuse to allow anyone to say such nasty, negative, evil things to me.

Remember this story..........................

At approximately 8:25am, I entered the building, my designated polling site.
I brought my 7 year old daughter with me as time was tight and she needed to be at school at 8:45am.
She quietly interacted with the two ladies at my designated polling table.
One lady's name was Judith, but I did not get the other name.
There was a man with a black White Sox sweatshirt standing behind them.

I was given my ballot and covering device and walked to a polling station.
My daughter was standing to my left.
As I filled out my ballot, my daughter was playing with the cord that attached the booths.
All of a sudden, Judith walked up to my daughter and said in a very stern voice "Um, do NOT play with this, OK?"
I looked up and grabbed my daughter towards me and informed Judith "She has special needs. She doesn't understand that what she may have been doing was wrong."
In a huff, Judith walked away.
I went to place my ballot in the machine and walked out with my daughter.

I was upset that someone would choose to discipline my child in public for something so minor.
I was even more upset that she chose to direct her discipline at my daughter instead of coming to me as the adult and parent.
I walked to my car and retrieved a business card which has information about my daughter's needs as well as a website which someone could go to if they had questions.
I walked back into the polling place and walked up to Judith and handed her my card quietly saying "The next time you think about scolding a child, speak to the parent, first."
Judith immediately retaliated with "I was not yelling at your child!".

I said once again, "The next time you think about scolding a child, speak to the parent first. She has special needs."

I turned and walked away.
At that moment, the man standing behind her (wearing a black White Sox sweatshirt) screamed in a loud bellowing voice:

"THEN MAYBE YOU NEED TO PUT A DAMN SIGN AROUND HER NECK!!!!"

I felt my heart rise to my throat.
I kept walking away.
I did not turn to the man.
I kept walking away.
I did not address the man or his comments.
I kept walking away.
I was shocked at what I just heard.
I kept walking away.

My eyes welled with tears as my daughter held my hand and skipped in the sunlight.
Luckily, she didn't understand what he said.
Luckily, she doesn't know how I feel right now.
Luckily, she doesn't realize what injustice just transpired and how she was affected.
But she saw my tears.
And she said "Hi, Mommy. Don't be sad. Let's go to school."
OK, kiddo. Let's go to school.

Along with this man and Judith, there was another woman at the table as well as other tables with other people around.

The room was very quiet.
Almost Church-like quiet.
The room was not empty.
There were other Election Judges and other random voters in the room.
People whisper when they come to vote.
I could hear the room echoing with his hurtful words as I walked outside.
I know other people heard him as well.

I did not stay long enough to see if anyone came to my or my daughter's defense.

I didn't have a response for that mean man....until now.

If I could, I would go to that man and ask him if he knows God.
Any God.
Because if he said yes, I would have to tell him that we must believe in completely different Gods.
But that I would say an extra prayer to MY God for him.
Because MY God is a good God and would not allow the devil to speak to a child like that.
About a child like that.

Sure, I made some phone calls.
I filed a complaint with the County Clerk.
God was truly lifting me up from such darkness and pain because he put two beautiful women on the phone with me.
Who both had children with special needs in their lives.

You see, He is always working little miracles like that...that God of mine.

Now, if someone could please tell me how to get my broken heart out of my throat........

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Friday, November 2, 2012

My meeting with the School Principal

On Thursday afternoon, I had a meeting the the girl's school Principal.

Eek.

Backtrack 24 hours when I got he phone all from that same Principal.
The good news: she prefaced it with "Don't worry. Everything is OK....".
But she continued it with wanting to meet with me to talk about her Report Card.

Dum da dum dum DUM!

Now let me tell you right now.....that sinking feeling in your stomach that you had in the 4th grade when you were called to the Principal's Office for chewing gum or fighting on the playground is the same sinking feeling.

It doesn't change one bit.
Nope.

The color drained from my cheeks and I thought for sure that my breakfast was going to come up in an instant.
Deep breath.
I'm a Mom now.
I can handle a meeting with a Principal!
It won't be the first and it surely won't be the last.
Get your act together, Mom!
Mom-up!
Are you a Mom or a mouse!?

Squeak.

Report Cards were being distributed on Friday.
She wanted to make sure that I was completely aware of how my daughter got the grades that she received.
She wanted to make sure there was no confusion.
I liked that.

Was her Report Card that bad?
What kind of grades will she be prepping me for?
Do we have to go back to the drawing board?
Do we need to write a new IEP because of this?
Dies she meet with all mainstreamed parents like this?

40 minutes later, the meeting was over and I walked out of her office.

What do you think was said?

Stay tuned......more info to come......