Support Systems

I had a teacher in college who always said "to understand is to stand under" that's the kind of support my mom's group gave me. I say gave because we just don't fit in in a room full of new babies anymore. Riley needs room to play, crawl and sometimes even walk around. Mommy needs other people who are in the same place we are. I think this was our last visits. I still have the friends I made there and my wonderful lactation consultant that I can always call on. I guess things are just evovling. Riley's not the only one growing up. Today was Isaac's open house. His amazing teacher made this tri-fold brochure to explain the ABC's of her class. Every letter had a subject like C-communication, T-testing, etc. She had us all sit around our student's desk and there was a story on it "The Most Important Thing About My Dad." Isaac wrote a nice paragraph about his dad he even sounded out "compiutr programer" and drew a picture of Mike. There was also a wonderfully excited self portrait hanging on the wall and in the "My goal for second grade" area Isaac wrote about being "first class globe trotter" (the class' highest honor). He illustrated it with a picture of himself wearing a first place ribbon and saying "CCCCCCCCOOOOL!" with a thought bubble over his head where he was wearing a crown. Across the the top and bottom of the picture he sounded out the word achievement. Pretty impressive considering his writing and drawing efforts last year. A new teacher made all the difference. A better support system. I guess we all thrive with a little understanding.