Good first week in Just in Case

Tomorrow will mark the end of our first full week of school and it's really going well. I LOVE my homeroom. They are really great kids. They're sweet, funny, and respectful. (That said, there's a few that still struggle with being quiet.) I've had to remind myself that they're still babies. We haven't gotten them trained yet, we will, though. The other two classes are good, just not quiet as good. Nice J has a couple of ring tail toots in her room. All boy. We'll find a happy medium for them. Bitchy J has what could be a good class. She has a totally different take on classroom management, though, so we'll see if they stay good.
However, there is one child, E, that I'm not sure about. His grandmother came to open house and talked about how he is her life and she has devoted everything to him. (You can tell. He's a spoiled little brat. I hate to say. ) She also informed me, and asked me to tell the other two, that it's our job to deal with behavior at school. She doesn't want to hear from us on it. She deals with home and we get paid to deal with school. I told her we had specific consequences and that we dealt with those, but that we believed very strongly in communication with home. Therefore, if and when we had trouble with him, we would be calling. I explained if she didn't want us to, she would need to speak to our principal and the principal could tell us not to call. She wasn't happy. She also wasn't happy when I called her yesterday to tell her that he called two students jack asses. He's not in my homeroom, but I take him to lunch. He's a little shit. I'm just gonna say.
Then I made the connection. Those who have read me for a while may remember that 2 years ago we lost on of our dear teachers. She passed away while teaching 2nd grade. (I had taught with her in 4th and when she came back after being on sabbatical for her and her husband they moved her to 2nd to an "easier" setting. There was a student who kept telling the others that she wasn't really sick, that she just didn't want to be there with them. That was E. His grandmother went to the hospital the day she died and in those last moments with her family, this woman invaded because she didn't believe that Mary was sick. I remember hearing about it, but I didn't know the kid. Now I do and honestly, I'm having trouble putting that behind me. Mary would in a heartbeat. She would say it's God's place to judge and our's to forgive. She was the sweetest lady ever. She loved everyone. I'm having trouble moving past her last days being made miserable because of this woman. I can't get over her family having to face this woman when they were just trying to spend a last few moments with Mary before she passed away. I'm going to have to find a way to deal with this, because it's not my fight, but I don't want to. This weekend, at least, I'm just going to fume over it. Then I'll find a way to put it aside. Hmm... I guess that last part doesn't fit with the title. Truly, other than dealing with him, it's been a great week. I have gotten so many hugs from my former kids, PF, the one I went from struggling with to loving has been coming by. He's still struggling, but he knows I'm on his side. This years kids line up to give me hugs before they leave. I love it. There's just that one cloud.