I have a student with some serious disabilities. She is a real sweetie, and I love having her in my class, but her disabilities are proving too much for her to be able to remain in school. I received word this afternoon from her mother that she would most likely be withdrawing from school, perhaps even tomorrow.
The news left me feeling deflated and sad. We have worked so hard to meet her needs, but in all honesty, I am not surprised. It has been a real struggle for this child.
After aimlessly wandering around my room a bit, I closed my classroom up early instead of staying after school to grade papers. Time to head to the barn for some horse therapy.
Abby came up as soon as she hard me call. I opened the gate into the small paddock so she could walk through, put out my camp chair, and plopped myself down in it to think.
Abbs grazed around me, coming over occasionally to ask for a sugar cube, then resuming her grazing.
I got up and brushed her a couple of times, rubbing her itchy spots, and just chatting softly to her, all the while thinking about my student and the overwhelming, life-endangering things she must live with. Such a heavy load for small shoulders to carry!
When I was a child and had Abby's predecessor, Amy, I would seek solace with her if I had had a bad day or was concerned about something. Spending time with my horse brought me peace back then, just as it brings me peace now.
I cannot change the situation with my student - that's out of my hands and not my decision to make. I simply cannot fix everything in my students' lives, and what she must deal with is beyond my capabilities as a teacher. She needs far more than I can give her through academics and a good learning environment.
Being with Abby this afternoon helped put a bandaid, albeit a small one, over the gash in my heart as I tried to come to terms with the bad news that a child I loved was leaving.