He is a preteen, and will be changing schools next year, we don't know which one for sure, but a huge change in any case, and his anxiety comes out in his ability to get along with. . . everyone. Plus, he is a preteen, ugh, need I say more? He has been disrespectful, which led to the meeting this week. I pictured him at the meeting hands shaking, he tried to hide it with slumped poster and attitude eyes, but words simply weren't there for him. I know this because I have experienced it. I know people don't understand how a bright, otherwise very verbal person, could suddenly not have words, but it happens to me still, so I know.
So, I tucked the youngest back in with hugs and kisses, and sat down on the bed of the oldest. I told him "I know it has been hard, the meeting, the talks. . .but everything will be ok. We love you, me and Dad both, and we are here to help you." I rubbed his back with pressured strokes, to try and settle him down and told him, "We will help you over the bumps" and then jokingly, "but could you try to steer around a few of them?" He said, "Feels more like mountains, can't really go around mountains." I told him, "I want you to close your eyes and picture the mountains shrinking." and true to form, he said, "What kind of mountains are they? Oceanic subduction? continental subduction? or fault line?" I gave him a hug and said, "You pick." and "promise to picture the mountains shrinking."