Yesterday, I had the opportunity to go to my daughter’s school and meet her teachers for parent-teacher conferences. It was a super-huge, proud-momma evening.
For her core classes, the teachers were all in a room together. (It was supposed to save time but I’m skeptical if it worked as well as they hoped.) Her history, science, and English teachers all spoke very highly of her. When the teacher that didn’t have her in class mentioned that her math teacher has even spoken highly of her on their commute into work; well, I became a little choked up. It’s one thing to have the proverbial smoke blown
up your butt into your face during a face-to-face meeting, but to have one of her teachers speak often to another teacher about how highly she thinks of Morgan (on their “off” time) is a little different. I was just so proud of her.
Then, I headed to her special classes, a computer class and a consumer math class. She’ll have these classes for a 6-week term. Mostly, I wanted to ensure that her new teachers, were on the same page as everyone else regarding her diabetes. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
We have actual doctor’s orders and a 504 Plan in place at the school so that Morgan has a standard care plan that everyone follows. They didn’t even have a packet for emergency low blood sugars in their rooms, which all of her teachers have, so that she can start getting some glucose in her during the walk down to the wellness center. I spoke to the principal before I left the school and I will be in contact with the nurse to make sure that this is quickly rectified.
While this was all going on, Morgan kept herself busy with a few of the other kids greeting conference attendees and assisting them at the hospitality table. I ended up taking her out to dinner afterward to show her just how proud I was of her and share some of the things that I learned while I was in the various meetings. It was a very good night which ended with some great mother-daughter dialogue.