On the day I met Jason I had recently been laid off and was between jobs, so I had more time to work in the yard. Jason was a foster child next door. He was four years old. When he approached me the first time I was working in my front flower bed. He asked me what I was doing. We conversed for quite a while, and for a four-year-old he was willing to talk about pretty deep subjects. Not much small talk passed between us that day. He told me he was a foster kid, that he had a sister named Sarah who lived somewhere else, and his dad was in jail. I learned he missed his sister. I know a lot of adults who would not get to that personal a level in the first few minutes of conversation.
Jason was an appealing child, and he began to join me almost every time I worked in the front yard. One day I invited him in and he talked to me in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner. He would ask how different vegetables I was chopping up tasted and I'd give him bites. I was surprised he actually liked raw bell pepper. After that he came over almost every day for visits, and when I began a new job he was panicked when no one answered the door. A definte bond was developing. In less than a year my husband and I had gotten our foster care license so that Jason and Sarah both could come live with us. That happened in August, right before school was to start.
Since Sarah was 9 and couldn't read yet or do simple math, it was determined that she would remain in special education when she transferred to our school district. Jason started kindergarten in a regular classroom with about 30 others within two weeks of moving into our home. Sarah had to be bussed to another school. In this article I will concentrate on Jason because the children were so different from each other. I have told Sarah's story in more detail elsewhere.
When Jason entered school I told his teacher he was adjusting to a new home and that I was not sure he was ready for school yet. I asked her to let me know if he was having problems so that I could bring him home, let him adjust to his new surroundings, and then start him the next year. I also became a parent volunteer in his classroom twice a week to help during reading. During this time the teacher never gave any hint there was a problem -- until November, when she said he was going to flunk kindergarten.
I knew Jason was very bright and very curious. As we walked home from school together every day he would sing the songs he had learned during circle time and tell me about his day. According to the teacher, he would rock back and forth on the rug during circle time and was not getting anything out of it. I couldn't see Jason repeating kindergarten, so I told the teacher I would pull him out of school and start him again next year. Instead, she suggested he be tested for special education. We really resisted having him labeled that way, but allowed the testing. Then we had a conference with the teacher, the principal, the psychologist, and the head of the special services, Dr. Calvin, whom we later hired as Sarah's therapist. They all agreed Jason was very bright, but had learning disabilites that required a smaller class size and more individual attention. We finally gave our consent, since Jason had often been picked on by his older ex-foster brother (who still lived next door), as well as by some of the other boys. He was still pretty scrawny, and his feelings were easily hurt. After being abandoned by his mother and being moved to several different homes, rejectiion probably hurt him more than many others. We decided Jason woud start his new school right when the new semester started.





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