I am constantly worried that his ability to act and react without thinking can get him in trouble, especially with the wrong adults in charge.
I am afraid it has.
I am a mother who’s son has been wronged, mistreated, and emotionally abused; a mother who’s son has been targeted, pigeon-holed and written off as a nobody, a trouble-maker, a deviant.
I am a mother who was lied to when confronted, unsupported, cut-off, dismissed, smirked-at, and ultimately sloughed off like a piece of dry skin.
I am afraid; afraid there may not be any other option, or school that might work. I am not sure I am strong enough to homeschool, or smart enough or good enough for my brilliant son.
I am scared to mess up, scared to fail, shocked at all that we’ve gone through, longing to leave, counting the days, wishing and praying the answer is simpler than the fight ahead of me.
I am crying. I am pissed! And I am not going to stand for it anymore…
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Hi, I’m Lisa! Welcome to my perfectly imperfect corner of the web where I've chronicled my life as a mom to "eleventy-billion" kids since 2007! Here I share posts with our family-friendly recipes, crafts and creating art, traveling as a big family, reliving my youth endlessly dancing to 90's music, and documenting our adventurous life while sipping coffee and basking in the delicious Colorado sunshine.