Long story short, it was Will's teacher. If you've been following this story, you can understand why seeing her name pop up made my stomach roll over. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi teacher!
Teacher: Hey Rebeccah - just wanted to know if you have a minute to talk about Will.
Me: Sure thing! What's up? (inwardly heaving a silent sigh)
Teacher: I just wanted to let you know that Will is doing great. He's happy, he's settled, he's doing his work, he's making friends, just doing fantastic.
Me: sputtering That is wonderful! I am so happy to hear that! I cannot believe this!
Yep, you read that right folks. Will is doing great in school right now. Just last night he told us that he likes school. After I awoke from a dead faint, I gave him a huge hug and told him how happy it made me to hear him say that. Then he says, "It makes me happy when Mommy is happy. And when Mommy is angry, it scares me." Um. Let's just put that aside for now, okay?
Anyway, remember, this is the same child who begged me to home school him not a mere three months ago. Who started worrying about going back to school about a week after it let out in June. The one who I lost countless nights of sleep worrying over. He LIKES SCHOOL! This is so huge it couldn't BE any huge-r!
Right now I'm cautiously optimistic. I'll admit I've been holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I'm trying to stay in the moment and enjoy the wonderful feelings that go along with this drastic improvement. Not dealing with the school peeps ten times a week is great, but the fact that he's happy and doing so well is what has me totally over the moon.
"I like school." I don't know that any words other than "I love you" have ever made my heart sing like that.
Happy Friday y'all.