Stress

Benjamin failed a test today. A test that apparently is pretty important. His teacher and his Early Reading Intervention teacher are both so patient with him, so willing to work with his sensory issues. Today he took the Dibels Test which is all about literacy. His wonderful (we adore her!) teacher told me that he made it through the kindergarten portion of the test and then 'lost it'. It was the stress.

I brought my little man home, talking the entire drive about how some people, including his Papa, just have a hard time with tests. It's the stress. He said he understood but didn't want to talk about it anymore. We got home and I put the little ones down for their nap. Ben went into his room and loudly informed me that he needed new pants.... why? So here's how the truth about stress comes out.

"Why do you need new pants?"

"I had an accident"

"When?"

"At school"

"When at school?"

"During my test"

"Did you tell Mrs. Teacher * that you had to go to the bathroom?"

"No, it was a really important test"

"She would have let you go"

"No, I think it's illegal"

"I don't think so Ben. Tell me what happened."

"I had to go really bad and then I read the word 'mom' and got really sad and then I was done"

"So it wasn’t that you didn't know the words, it was that you had to pee?"

"Yep! Can I play the Wii now?"

Stress. It comes in all forms.

* I don't normally call his teacher Mrs. Teacher. She has a name, I swear.