Today was CB's very last IEP meeting. The last one I will attend EVER.
I've been going to these suckers since she was three. At least once a year. Every three years, twice.
So, here's the evolution - or devolution - of me as the IEP meeting Mom. When I first started attending these things, I was a 29 year old overwhelmed mother and full time graduate student. I'd sit with my pens and legal pad, ready to take notes. I'd read everything prior and think of questions to ask. I was on top of my game and ready to take on the world.
Then, these meetings just became rote. I'd lug my other little ones with me and they'd color while the Child Study Team and I talked. It became a social time, actually. She had the same teacher for many years in a row, the same therapists, the same administration. They all watched my kids grow up. They watched CB grow up.
I never missed a meeting in 18 years. Until today.
Her Senior Exit meeting. The final IEP of my life, and I never wrote it on my calendar. I freakin' MISSED IT like a giant idiot.
It's been that kind of week. Don't even get me started.
Well, 18 years of IEPs have come to a close. I mark this monumental day by leaving her team sitting and waiting and wondering if I'll ever show up. Like the awesome Mom I am.
It's kinda funny when I think of how I rolled into this new world and how I'm rolling out.
Well, CB... I guess we both have a case of Senioritis.