It was back to school night tonight for Matthew, I found out about said back to school night at 4:30 this afternoon! The boys grandma graciously agreed to come over and watch the boys. I wouldn't have blamed her if she said NO and ran screaming. The last time she came over to babysit involved some physical aggression, Matthew trying to jump out the window and pretty much a lng ride on the crazy train....but she came anyway :) I take it all as a sign that the boys are finally really starting to attach to her and feel the need to push back on that attachment. In light of previous events, I took Matthew with me and put Joel to bed early so really she only had James to deal with this evening. James in charge of snack tomorrow so I had them put that together to keep him busy.
The back to school night was uneventful, Matthew has the same teacher as last year and I communicate with her regularly. This is his second year attending a special private therapeutic school that our local district pays the tuition for. He is in a class with about 5 students, there is his teacher and her aide as well as some one on one aides for some of the students. His teacher is great and Matthew is doing great at school most days. This will probably be the last year the district pays for him to attend and I am anxious to see if the skills he is learning in this highly structured and monitored environment will transfer to a "regular" setting. In all likelihood he will transfer to a emotional/behavioral unit of sorts at the local district, so he will still receive support but there will be a lot more interaction with typical peers.
There was only one other parent who showed up to the back to school night and the teacher is constantly thanking me for the amount of communication we have, I don't think there is much involvement from parents of other students. This makes me sad, many of these kids are here because of a lack of parental involvement, I get that, but here I am desperately trying to help my son change his past and we are all still here in the same place. Sometimes it makes you wonder if it is even worth all the effort, but I know it is and have hope that this is just the beginning of a successful journey to adulthood.