That Widow

Day 151 and the school called again.

This time it was about my oldest son. The teacher, she’s seems nice, said she needed to speak with me about a writing assignment they did in class. I feel like I’m the one in the principal’s office getting in trouble at this point. I’m like ok. She said they were asked to fill in the blank for things they want to do in 2023. He wrote I want to visit…my dad in heaven. I was to try…to bring my dad back. She was very worried about these responses where as I didn’t think too much of it. She then starts questioning if he needs a counselor and how I “want to handle this”. I’m like how about I start with talking to my first and go from there. It was like she was trying to force suicidal ideation of him or something and while I obviously know that happens, Ph.D. in psychology, he has zero signs or other emotions that would lead to that way of thinking.

So I talk to him and he got so upset that she was going to make him change his responses because it’s his “imagination” and “why is she trying to kill his imagination”. I then uncrossed all of the wires that these two have formed, him and the teacher, and figured out he didn’t realize it had to be a physically obtainable response. He thought he could put whatever he wanted down, even if it was just in his imagination. I then messaged her and let her know and also asked for her to specify next time if she is requiring the responses to be physically obtainable. She never responded. While I do think that therapy is a great tool I think this was just a misunderstanding that got blown out of proportion because my husband died and apparently that means we all have to die.

Day 151 and she could at least message me back about this since it was so important for her to call me in the first place.