My heart was too heavy to actually write anything here on Friday. I was still upset with Gray for the poor choices he had made the day before. I worried most of the day over a phone call I had made to his teacher and the speculations I made from a conversation I had with a neighbor about his teacher. I felt relieved when Gray came home claiming he had had a great day, and then quickly became overwhelmingly sad when I found a note from his teacher in his backpack explaining that Gray had made yet another poor choice with his scissors. My heart literally hurt as I tried to rack my brain and figure out what could possibly be going on with my boy.
He lost TV. He lost his trip to the creek. We talked, and talked, and talked some more. I tried to get him to talk about school as much as I could to get a better understanding of what might be causing him to act out in this way.
I had a small "Aha" moment over the weekend when I was wondering about what exactly Gray's teachers are expecting him to cut. It's pure speculation on my part, but my guess is that he's bored. Gray has been using scissors for the past 2 1/2 years. The boy knows how to cut. So my guess is that he's not really engaged with what he's supposed to be doing.
This doesn't make his choices ok, though. Not even a little. We still need to get to the bottom of things and find out what is really going on. I have plans to talk with Gray's teacher, to get a little more information about the school day and what his teacher's expectations are. I'll do whatever it takes to get us all through this.
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