Once, I kid you not, the teachers told me that "Chase is their best listener." Seriously. My Chase. I know, because I asked them, "My Chase?!" And they said yes.
Anyhoo. We had his evaluation and intake meeting this week, and I really had good feelings about the school and the therapists that we met. They said that the teacher would call us to set up a classroom visit shortly.
So, I got a message yesterday afternoon from the teacher, we will call her Ms. T. She asked me to call back to set up a time. It was after school hours that I got the message yesterday, so I was going to call back today.
Well, at 9:30 this morning, she called me and we set up a time. She was a little abrupt on the phone, didn't know if Chase was a boy or a girl, and asked me his name twice. Whatever.
Then, the real fun started. After we ended the call, I put my phone down, and because it was my cell, I usually don't press END, because when the call is disconnected from the other side, it hangs up automatically. Except, it didn't hang up, because Ms. T didn't hang up her side. And I could hear the conversation on the other end.
It wasn't all that bad, really. She just told her assistant that the new child was going to visit on Monday, that he was an "EC kid" not a peer buddy, that she didn't know the kids were supposed to come visit before they started school, and that I sounded Caucasian (Ms. T sounds African-American, for the record). Oh, and that she left me several messages, but I never called her back.
I think what bothered me the most was the tone. It just kind of sounded like Chase was a burden on her, that the visit was a cramp in her day, and that by not calling her back this morning at 7am I was somehow the most unreliable, worst parent ever. And not to mention the fact that the big focus on what race we were apparently makes some kind of difference...?
Oy. I don't know. Maybe I am just freaking out at every little thing because, even though I am excited for Chase to be in preschool, I am also just a teensy bit worried that I don't know what goes on there all day long, I don't know that the teachers will love him for all of the Chase that he is, and I don't have any control over those things at this point. And to send my little, mostly nonverbal boy out there for 8 hours a day with people that I don't know (or trust right now) is WAY scary.