*tap tap* is this thing on?

So, today, my 1st born turned 8.


I know I have no control over this, time marches on, however, I’m still sad.

I made his 8th birthday start off horribly. I feel like the worst mom ever.

We were supposed to make cookies for his class birthday treat last night so he could take them to school today. I forgot. I forgot until this morning, when I was helping him pack up his stuff before he headed out the door, and the lightbulb came on. And I nearly started crying. I hugged him and apologized profusely, to my now-crying 8 year old little man. I say that because he is more noble and compassionate and respectable than most grown men I know.

And I screwed up his birthday.

I know, I know. Its just cookies, right? To you or any other kid, maybe. To me, it was one more thing that I forgot to do. Added to that, he has had a rough time in school since a certain 1st grade teacher started the downward spiral we are now in. He is an amazing kid. Super bright, beyond most of his peers in academics. He’s an outgoing, knowledge-hungry kid. He is a demanding student. He wants to be challenged. Craves more and more and more. Most teachers don’t want this. Then they have to work harder. Most teachers want little zombies who sit quietly in their desks and complete dumbed-down task after task after task from start of the day til end of the day. Hence, he’s an outcast.

So, the gist of this? I don’t know. I’m feeling horrible because this is year three of crappy teachers who would rather scold him, label him, and ridicule him publicly than take the time to work with me and help get him tested into an appropriate level of academia that he needs. I’m feeling lost and at wit’s end as to what I can do about it. I’m feeling like I have no control over my child’s academic and emotional well-being.
And I forgot his cookies.