Probably right around the time you are taking your first sip of your deliciously powerful morning cuppa home-brewed goodness, I will be sitting cross-legged on the floor with our Regional Center Counselor and our program thereapist (s). We're likely to be gazing at Moxie who will likely be scoot-scatting here and there, doing her Moxie-full bits of charming play.
You know how she does it.
We're gathering to conduct her new Individual Education Plan, the action plan that is the framework for services. It's everything that could be ridiculous to the callous, jaded egalitarian skeptic in me - something about minutely detailing each and every standard, action and piece of assessable "normal" does that to me. But it's also everything that makes the disability-rights-activist in me happy: this framework is what gets our kids with special needs in the classroom; this is the framework that we fought hard for, that we still fight to keep and make ours. It's a framework that needs tweaking, but it's a framework that I'm glad exists.
This is what usually happens: [for the rest of the post, please visit the blog: With a Little Moxie]