For real?

So to add to life’s complications I had a meeting this morning with the daycare director. 

She said “It’s really not that you are doing anything wrong so don’t bear any blame.”

I heard “Your his mother and with him everyday, you must be doing something wrong.”

She said “I really think that in my 20 years of teaching that he has a chemical imbalance and that perhaps you should involve his pediatrician.”

I heard “He needs to be medicated.”

She said “I don’t think that he needs medicated, perhaps you should look at other options.”

I heard “I see the look on your face like you are going to rip my head off, so maybe I’ll take that one back.”

She said “I’m doing what I think is best for Ayden, I really think that he would benefit from one on one interaction, in a structured environment.”

I heard “He needs to be in some sort of special needs environment.”

She said “My staff cannot handle the kind of care he needs.”

I heard “My staff is entirely too busy sitting on their rear ends to actually get up and handle a problem directly.”

Ending with.

She said “We will allow 2 weeks for you to find another daycare or child care provider.”

I heard “We will give you two weeks, because you are crying.”

To add insult to injury.

She said “Please keep me posted of your plans.” 

I heard “Would you please tell me when you can get him out of here?”

I think I’ve hit all stages of grief in the last 4 hours since that meeting, my stomach is still in knots and my eyes are still a little damp.  I’ve been angry, hurt, irritated, okay with it, motivated to find something better and then all of those right back again.  I want to defend him,  just a mothers instinct.  But I won’t, at least not here.  I won’t be one of those Mom’s who thinks her kid does no wrong and I won’t make anyone to be the bad guy.  It happened.  We’ll make it through the other side.

Did my 3 1/2 year old seriously just get kicked out of daycare?  AT A CHURCH?  You have got to be kidding me.