Going to talk to counselors today ... and find out what happened with the one teacher who told, why he felt the need to give the cause ... not that it will console his mother or stop her crusade to bring down anyone she feels is hurting her son's image. You have no idea ... (updating: sounds like it may have been blown out of proportion by the person reporting, that the teacher may have said it *could* have been suicide and that we didn't have that information, although I still believe it was poorly handled and the teacher is quite upset)
My son is new to the middle school, so the counselor that he has talked to a few times at the intermediate school will be talking with him, as well as the MS counselor. I had also requested an IEP meeting last week before the news and the Resource Room staff will be advised.
My daughter's elementary school no longer has a counselor due to funding/budget so the intermediate school counselor will be coming to see her as well. She is the same person that spoke to the class on Friday.
Yesterday, almost as soon as the kids got back from dinner with my ex's family, my son asked for some "family time" ... this is new for him. He's never really sought me out for comfort before, but I'm glad he is. They both came and sat with me on the couch and snuggled in close. My daughter had a question, and I asked if she wanted to wait and ask me when we had some "one-on-one time" and she said no, she wanted her brother to know too. Okay ... (*gearing up for those hard questions again*) ... well she'd been concerned at the funeral home about the make-up because she could see it on his hands and it was a little sloppy in my opinion. She wanted to know why he needed make-up, and why it looked like his hands were darker, and why there seemed to be a bumpy spot on his nose. (*And I take my anger at him and just scrunch it up as tiny as I can make it, like crumpling a ball of aluminum foil just as tight and small as you can*), and I explain how when you die the blood doesn't bring food to your cells and they die, and that the make-up was to make him look as natural as possible, so that he looks more like you would remember him, like he is resting. Told them that Grandma had said there was a scuff on his nose (*please please don't ask why*) and that it looked rough because they put make-up on the scuff.
Went to check on baby girl this morning (she never sleeps in this late) and the first thing she said was "I thought you said we didn't have to go to school today" ... it is going to take a lot of preparation to help them feel ready to face their peers.
Also need to talk to the people at the children's grief counseling center nearby and set up some group sessions with kids their age. They meet for an hour in the evening once a week.
Last night my daughter was extremely hyper, like she was having a "sugar buzz" and acting very strangely. She was mauling my husband, trying to get him to play rough (she and her brother had 'wrestled' with their dad a lot, they'd never really played around like that with their step-dad) and just being overly loud and goofy and "karate kicking" at things ... just odd. I tried to get her to lie down with me in my bed, thinking she might need to talk about the day. She kept jumping on the bed (flat, like a belly flop) and rolling off and hitting the floor, must have done it a dozen times, kept saying it didn't hurt, had to ask her to stop several times. Finally got her a little quieter and she started asking if she could sleep with me and her step-dad. I said no, but her bedding wasn't ready and I was exhausted so she slipped into bed with me and just crashed hard ... right out. (Me too.) Hubby made her bed after the laundry was done and carried her to her room when he came to bed.
She is really on a roller coaster ... one minute wanting to roughhouse (I can't due to pain and an upcoming surgery) and the next she is SCREAMING at her brother, who is trying to help her with an online game, and then the next she wants to snuggle quietly. God grant me the patience I'm going to need when I want to scream at them for fighting and jumping and whining about ev-er-y-thing. Knots my stomach.
Son is refusing to go and meet the counselor at his school today ... he just wants to go back to school tomorrow as if nothing happened. :frown:
(Sorry this is long and disjointed, took me hours to finish due to interruptions by phone, kids, etc.)