September 01, 2008

To Everything, Turn, Turn, There is a Season, Turn, Turn

Hey there!  So ... how was your summer?  Yeah?  That's good.  Oh, me?  Well, mine was really crazy.  It started out really great.  Then got kind of mixed up and sad and lost.  Then stress and anxiety flooded in.  And stayed awhile.  It has been long.  And yet, I am not ready for it to be over.

We've been busy, in a good way, going from one event to another.  Here's a quick review:

Our winter of sickness turned into a spring full of angst.  Once summer started and all the end-of-the-school-year nonsense (too many parties, special events, lack of routine, Scott even said at one point, "I don't want another pizza party, I just want a regular day!") was over, the stress level in our house went way down.  Plus I was in a zen-momma, just turned 40, mode of living in the moment and enjoying having my kids around. 

We had a pre-July 4th party with two of my friends from college and their families (which included "the three little trip-a-lets", as Jane calls them).  At the same time we settled into a nice routine of attending swim lessons in the morning, hanging out at the park, running errands, chilling out at home, reading Harry Potter and doing workbooks.  We girly-ed up some old furniture for Jane's room by painting it pink and purple.  We saw the fireworks with the cousins as usual, enjoying the fact that the kids can all play pretty independently now (I'll choose to ignore the part where Scott got scared of the fireworks because of the smoke now, instead of the noise, well, he still doesn't like the loudness, either).  I rushed to finish Nineteen Minutes and then hosted book group.

This wonderful start to summer then blended into me getting ready for and attending the BlogHer 2008 conference.  After returning, we got in a little bit of a funk with sad news and new anxieties cropping up. We scrambled around getting ready for vacation, went away, then had to recover from said vacation.  There was football practice and picking tomatoes and green beans from the garden.  Attempts at bike riding without training wheels.  Lots of lunches out.  TV watching, computer games, Wii playing.

I read a second book, Crossing To Safety, for my book group, cramming it in, finishing just in time for our meeting. 

There also were fights between the kids.  New issues with "trash can germs".  Complaints about being bored and simultaneously too busy.

I felt tired.  All. the. time.  Oh the headaches, also.  Grrr.

Usually I am more than eager for Fall, my favorite season, to arrive.  But this summer seemed to carry extra importance.  More than anytime before I know how precious these days are.  How fleeting.  I sense the change of seasons, not just literally, but figuratively, for me and my family. 

This time of caring for small children, of being dedicated primarily to them, is coming to an end.  There won't be any more babies.  I think I am the one who is having the most difficult time moving on.  Because it is me that needs to adjust the most.  From full-time, all consuming mommyhood, to what?  I don't know.  I feel lost when I thought I'd feel free, excited, revved-up for new possibilities.

Tomorrow my boy goes back to school.  Something he needs to do.  He wants nothing more than to stay home with me.  To be able to control his environment.  To not have to deal with any of it.

He is concerned about his teacher.  The bullies on the bus.  How long the day is.  Being away from home, missing me.  And the germs.  Really worried about the germs that lurk everywhere because, you know, no one else washes their hands and the bathrooms are beyond gross and don't even get him started on the cafeteria.  And the bus might break down or he could get poisoned.  And no one likes him, well some of the girls do, but they're yucky, except maybe the one girl that he kind of sort of likes, but no.  she's still yucky, too.  It is all just overwhelming.

But he must go.  It is good for him.

And for me.

The new school year always brings a lot of promise.  For fresh starts, new friends.  Opportunities to learn and grow.  I welcome the arrival of routine and cooler weather.  Of whatever lies ahead.

Even if I am wistful for the summer days and babies of the past.



*** Tomorrow I will be hosting a guest post from an anonymous Bitcher as part of Her Bad Mother's Betchfest.  Please check back to listen to some good old-fashioned ranting.  From someone other than me!  And to offer your comments and support.  Because everyone likes to be heard.

August 03, 2008

Anxiety - The Summer Edition

Daddy wants to take you guys to the pool.  Let's get ready.

To the pool?  I don't want to go.  People throw up there.  I'll get sick.

You go there every day, honey.  You know they clean the pool if anything happens.

Yeah, with chemicals that will make me sick.

No, good chemicals.  The kind that clean things.  Here, put your swimsuit on.

Wait.  Did this fall on the floor?  I'm not putting that on, its dirty.  It has dog hair on it.

It was on the floor for a second.  You roll around on the floor.  How can you say that this is dirty?

It is.  I'm not putting it on.

OK, fine.  Go get a new suit.  Then I'll put on your sunscreen.

No.  No sunscreen.  It's August.  I have a tan.  I can skip sunscreen now.

No, you still need sunscreen.  But you do have a little bit of a tan.  I love those freckles on your nose.

Ugh.  I hate the freckles.  I probably have skin cancer.  That's what those freckles are.

No.  But if I don't put on the sunscreen you might get a burn and end up with cancer when you are older.

I'm just going to stay home.  I shouldn't go out in the sun anyway.  They might make me wear a life jacket like they did in swim class.  I am NOT doing that again.

OK, fine, stay home.  You do love to swim, though.

It's too hot today.  I have a headache and I feel sweaty.

That's why you should go to the pool, to cool off.  Go get a drink of water.

Wait.  Did Jane touch my glass?  She did, didn't she?  I need a new glass.

I don't think she touched your glass, but I'll get you a new one.  You know, you do touch the same things as her all the time.

Ick!  What is she doing?  She just made a weird sound.  Is she going to throw up?  Am I going to get sick?

No, you aren't going to get sick.  She isn't sick.  She just coughed.  Come on, Daddy is ready.  Maybe he'll get you a treat from the ice cream truck.

But there are bees there by the trash cans.  What if he won't unwrap my ice cream and throw out the wrapper like you do?

I'm sure he will if you ask him to.

No, he's mad at me.

He is?

Yeah, because I won't try on my football helmet.  I am NOT playing football.

But you begged us to sign you up for football.  You are a good player.  You'll have fun.

I am NOT playing.  I am NOT wearing that helmet.  It hurts.  It gets stuck.

Well, I think you need to get used to it -

And the coaches are going to be mean, just like my second grade teacher!

Wait a minute.  The coaches are excited to have you on the team and we've been over this about your teacher.  Lots of people say she's perfectly nice once you get to know her.

Right.  She won't like me.  I can't keep my desk neat and my work is messy.  And I do stuff like knock kids over and throw things.  I don't want to go back to school.  Plus, I'll have to ride the bus!  And I might get sick.  There's poison on that bus.

OK, lets not talk about that now.  Let's just put on the sunscreen so you can have fun at the pool.  You are getting to be such a good swimmer!  It is going to be fun to swim in the ocean on vacation.

I don't WANT to go on vacation!  Twelve hours in the car to be in a place I don't know!  I'm staying home!

Well, then you'll have to go to football practice.

*Grunt*

Come on, vacation will be fun.  We can do lots of good things.  We can even have lunch on the beach.

Outside?  In the sand?  With the bugs?  You know I don't like to eat outside.

Yeah.

I feel sick.  My head hurts.

Yeah, me too, Buddy.  Me too.

June 02, 2008

And the Star-Dazzle Award Goes to ....

*** Fair warning that there is going to be some serious mommy bragging in this post.

I might have been complaining in my last post about the monotony of raising kids, but truth be told, I love being a mom.  And more specifically, I love being a mom of two kids.  These two kids.  Two very different children.  They can be quite frustrating and they both have their individual issues.  Well, Scott much more so than Jane, but she's been having some tantrums (and will not, for the love of God, go to sleep tonight) and being a girl does present some inherent challenges.

So, while I have been somewhat discontented lately, this past weekend was really what all parents look forward to.  The good stuff.  The things that our parents think of when they say, "when you kids were young was the best time of our lives."  The things that we look back on as kids and feel proud of.  The stuff of happy memories.

I should now turn the award ceremony over to someone else, not their mom, who might be able to be a little more objective, but it is my blog, so you get my proud momma version:


The Tiny Dancer

First up for her Star-Dazzle award is Jane.  Jane performed in her first dance recital this weekend.  She went to dance lessons all year for this and mom and dad forked over huge amounts of money.  Delilah covered it well in her post yesterday.

I was a bit concerned about the recital after Jane turned into a diva-in-training before the rehearsal, demanding that her hair be done a certain way and that she wear her favorite bright purple, shimmering lipstick.  But she was all business (show business that is) for the recital.  She was prepared and she ate it up like any small girl who gets to dress-up in a tutu should.  She even donned her purple, polka dot sunglasses while strutting into the building as if she was entering her dressing room; posing for photos and asking for her make-up to be reapplied.

As I dropped her off in the cafeteria, which was the holding room for all the performers, she smiled brightly and blew me a kiss.  "Have fun, sweetie!"  "I will mom!" 

My mind raced:  Is she nervous?  Will she cry?  Be overwhelmed?  Pee her pants?  Isn't this developmentally inappropriate to ask a just turned 4 year old child to get up on a high school auditorium stage in front of a packed audience?

But I forgot all of that as the curtain opened and group after group of girls, from 3 year olds all the way up to high school age, danced their numbers.  Many of the children I knew.  And I really started to cry when I saw Kate, clearly enjoying herself doing her routine just like the other girls, as happy as can be.

These kids were super stars!  What a great chance to have the memory of performing in front of an audience.  And Jane?  She was simply perfect.  As cute as a button, following along, twirling in her elaborate get-up.  Smiling, waving and blowing kisses to her fans.  I wanted to run right up on stage with her and hug her to pieces.

I'll be signing her up for next year, when she gets to wear tap shoes and make a lot of noise.  I can't wait.


The All Star Player

Second up, to share the award, is her brother, Scott.  Scott is finishing up his baseball season which completes his second rotation of soccer/basketball/baseball playing team sports.  Even though Scott takes these games very seriously, the idea is to get the children's feet wet in the world of sports.  Basketball this year was the first time that an official score was kept although the coaches still played down winning or losing trying to get the kids to learn how to play and have fun.

But for Scott it is about winning.  And this has been an issue as far as these junior leagues are concerned.  When the basketball league decided to have an all star game, Scott was sure he'd be selected to play, but he wasn't.  Not because he wasn't one of the better players but because it was his first year in the league and the coaches decided to have the older kids participate.

This made Scott's head explode.  The injustice!  Why should he bother to play?  When would he ever be recognized for his talent?

Well, the time has come because he was just offered a spot on the All Star baseball team!  And he gets to play with some of his best buddies from class.  His group.  The ones that he is now asking for play dates with.  My boy!  Is finding his group.  I might start crying again.

Scott has really struggled this spring with anxiety and OCD.  He can be volatile and downright sullen.  But this world of sports?  It is his thing.  His place.  He needs it and he deserves it.

There will be "scouts" there for the 8 year old travel team which he could be invited to play on next spring.  A real, competitive, every game matters type of opportunity.  I know many people think that that is not appropriate for his age.  But I defy them to see him in action and question whose motive it is to play.  He wants this and has been waiting. 

Is it any different than having your little girl perform in a recital?

Scott is the youngest member of his team and he is going to represent them in an All Star game.  He is thrilled.


Rising to the occasion

Scott was not happy about having to attend Jane's recital, but we felt that he should support his sister.  Earlier in the day as he was teasing her, I scolded him saying, "this is her one day, don't ruin it for her."  So, of course, he had to pout and be mad at me.  Matt and I exchanged glances thinking he better not make this moment about him.  It is always about him.  Typical first child.

But he sat through the whole recital without any complaints.  And when it was all over and Jane came off the stage she was so happy to see him there.  He gave her a big hug and congratulated her on her performance.   "Thanks, brother!" she beamed.


Can you see my heart bursting?

For a closing note, your proud momma MC would like to also share this little story:

Matt came home from work late today and was going to mow the lawn.  I had already planned to have dinner at my mom's and the kids were not expecting to see their dad until after they got home.  But he surprised them by coming over as they were eating.

Matt brought over his and Scott's baseball gloves and, in a teasing tone, asked Scott, "Now that you are a big shot All Star player, do you still have time to have a catch with your dad?"

Scott smiled and responded, "I'll always have time for you, Daddy.  Always."


That moment. 

These moments. 

The good stuff.

March 27, 2008

Ten Before 10

Ten separate posts I should write:

1.  This blog, Spinning Yellow, is now officially one year old.  I wrote my first post on March 25th, 2007.  Yes, it has changed my life. 

2.  I've watched Autism: The Musical twice with tears streaming down my face.  I feel completely attached to all the people in the movie, kids and parents.  I can't stop thinking about it.

3.   I get e-mails from Runner's World with helpful links.  Today's was titled: Easter Candy = Crack.  I am so there.  In fact, I am right now going to throw the rest of it out.  Chocolate is my biggest weakness, hands down.  Also, there was a tid bit about people gaining weight while training for a marathon.  wtf?  How is this possible?  Well, they explain it, but I don't even want to know because that is just too depressing.  There is no way that running your ass off shouldn't correlate to literally running your ass off.

4.  Speaking of which, I ran 10 miles last weekend.  And Matt says that if I did 10, I can do 13.  I wish I believed him. 

5.  Scott is having an anxiety attack that started with his bus breaking down and is now spiraling into him not being able to sleep and following me around the house.  He is chewing his sleeve and hmmm- ing and jumping at every sound.  I am trying to be understanding without making too much of it.  Sure, you can wish me luck with that.

6.  I am in charge of our family NCAA basketball pool, as always.  A fun tradition that Scott is way too caught up in. 

7.  I failed to attend Oprah's on-line class for her book group selection, A New Earth, for the 4th week in a row.  I love Oprah and totally dig the premise of this book, but cannot, for the life of me, understand how millions of people are actually reading it.  Have you tried to read this?  Either I'm not as smart as I thought I was or a lot of people are lying.

8.  It is almost April.  Taxes and birthdays and yard work, oh my!

9.  This time last year, Jane broke her arm, I started this blog and I started running.  Scott finished up his listening program and cut back on his OT.  It seems like more than a year has passed because so much has happened.

10.  I desperately want to go to BlogHer08 in San Francisco in July, but cannot figure out how to justify the cost. 

10 pm - I made it on time.

'night.

March 13, 2008

There's a Big Silver Lining in All This

When I complained about how the puke virus finally invaded our home, I did not express how fortunate I feel that it didn't happen until now.  At a time when it seems we can, and did, handle it pretty well.   A few years ago, or even last year, I really can't imagine how Scott would have reacted to the choking sensation.  To the foul smell and yucky taste in his mouth.  To the gunk coming out of his nose.  Although he was scared and obviously didn't like it (nobody does, of course) he reacted in a way that you'd expect.

I keep coming back to this idea of how, well, normal, he has been lately.  I do not use the word lightly because I think normal is very subjective.  But I guess I am trying to say that Scott has been acting, in most ways, like a typical six year old.  More so now than he has ever behaved in the past.  Possibly it is a combination of how much we've adjusted, natural maturing, and self and specialist taught coping mechanisms. 

He even said that the throwing up wasn't the end of the world, mostly just scary.  Huh?  From a kid who can't even stand the smell of my newspaper?  Who hates the way liquid feels on his face?

Yes, my kid.  Who has come so far.  Who is realizing that life throws you punches and curve balls and you can make adjustments and move on.  Who actually let me wipe his face with a paper towel the other day.

I can see now that as he is getting older, he can control his environment more himself.  He can move the newspapers.  He can go wash his face off.  Just like how I always wear my sunglasses and only read when it is quiet.  I can make those choices because I understand myself and because I am capable.  I don't have to ask someone to help me.

A few weeks ago when he was all wound up before bed time, I yelled at him that he was driving me crazy.  "Settle down!"  I screamed.  About 10 minutes later, he very calmly said, "I watched a little tv, sat in the big chair and chewed on that yellow thing and now I feel much better."  He knows what to do.

And here is the big kicker:  Due to being sick, Scott hasn't been eating with his normal voracious appetite.  So his system has been off and he hasn't been pooping regularly.  I only skipped one day of Miralax because I am so afraid of him having any kind of constipation issues even though he did have some diarrhea (oh, yes, in the middle of the night, I forgot to add that to my highlights, it brought back such fond memories).

Anyway, he left for school yesterday without going to the bathroom for over 24 hours.  Usually, a huge cause for concern, but what could I do?  After he was home for a few hours, he casually said, "oh, yeah, mom, I forgot to tell you that I pooped at school today."  And then he just went back to doing whatever he had been.

I was shocked.  And once again I had to adjust how I view my son.  How much more capable he really is.  How I am the one who may be holding him back sometimes, trying to protect him, schedule things out so that there aren't any surprises.  Even plan his pooping.

As much as I dread the vomit virus, I will concede that it has shown me that we can handle more than I thought. 

Now, please, no more visits until at least next year. 

I finally finished all the laundry.

February 23, 2008

The Perfect Snow

We've been waiting for a snow day here.  Last year I promised Scott that there would be at least one good snow storm where he would have an official day off from school.  It never happened.  This year there hasn't even been a delayed opening, a highly anticipated event given that it would be Scott's first time experiencing the thrill of an unexpected shortened day.

The principal at Scott's school is retiring this year.  I do not know the man very well, but he gets mixed reviews and it does seem like it is time for someone new.  A week ago a notice came home announcing his replacement, a woman, and there has been speculation about what kind of changes she might bring with her.

When Scott came home from school on Thursday, he was talking about a possible snow storm brewing.  "If school is delayed, the principal cuts out recess time." 

"Oh, really, I guess that makes sense.  Who told you that?"

"My teacher.  She told us all about times when it snowed before."

After a brief silence, he asked,  "Mom, why can't that new principal start now?"

"Huh?  Well, usually principals start at the beginning of a school year to make the transition smoother.  What a minute.  I doubt the new person is going to let you have recess on a delayed opening day anymore than your current principal."

In the morning there were a few inches of snow on the ground and school was called off.  Hooray!  I expected all smiles from my boy and instead I got, "Great.  Now we have to make it up at the end of the year.  It will cut into my summer."

Leave it to Scott.  He really has a knack for finding the negative in every situation.

But the day turned out to be as good as it gets, really, as far as snow days are concerned.  Matt went out early and shoveled some then we all bundled up and went out to shovel and play.

I grew up in a snow skiing family.  I learned how to ski when I was five years old, snowplowing in front of my father.  My childhood is filled with very happy memories of being outside, gliding down the mountain, wriggling my toes to stay warm, and lunch with hot chocolate before heading back out in the cold.  My kids do not experience these same things as often as I did.

I couldn't help but notice as we were outside how ideal the conditions were.  The temperature was cool, but not too cold.  The snow was fluffy, wet enough for snow balls and snow man making, but not overly soggy or slushy.  I smiled to myself thinking of my mother describing the conditions as "peas and mashed potatoes" when the snow would get chunked up and then thick on a skiing day.  I knew that the melting layer on top would make for a crunchy cover the next day, or a thin layer of ice where the snow had not melted all the way.

We all shoveled and the kids made snow angels and rolled around.  After a long time we came in, changed our clothes, snuggled up and had hot chocolate with mini-marshmallows.  Late in the afternoon the kids went back out with Matt and made another snow man and sledded with the neighbors on their front yard hill.

When they came back, wet and tired, in it was almost time for dinner.  Matt made chili, Scott took a bath, and Jane watched a little TV.  We were all exhausted in that good way from lots of fresh air and activity. 

And all sound asleep early.  A fitting ending to our perfect snow day.

February 15, 2008

Dear Manic Mommies

Hi Erin and Kristin -

I've been a loyal listener for over a year now, since right after Christmas 2006 when I received my iPod Nano.  I even went back and caught up on all your archives, initially.  I love, love, love your podcast!  Every week I find myself wanting to respond to something you've said, whether it is how hard I laughed about Kristin telling her husband she dented his car, or how I could empathize about hearing that your Kindergarten kids are the worst behaved bus riders the seasoned driver has ever encountered.  Even though I am a SAHM, I relate to most of what you say.  And I particularly like your "we're all in this together" attitude which you maintain even while sharing your opinions or advice.

You may remember me as the person who won the Wii last year.  My son often tells people that I won it in a contest by a "mommy" podcast.  Usually people have no idea what a podcast is so they just nod their heads.  They don't know what the are missing!!  And the Wii has totally improved our life, so thank you again.

Even though I enjoy your podcasts and have much to add to each one, I rarely call or write in.  But this week I could not keep silent!  You hit on not one, but two, of my big issues.  Holding kids back for Kindergarten and Day Care Centers.  In fact, I even suggested you do a show on the whole red-shirting thing, sometime last year.  My parents owned a Day Care School for 15 years and I worked there for the last 3 years.  My mother has taught preschool through second grade students and is a strong advocate for holding children back.  I am pretty opinionated on these two subjects and I feel like I know you two (even though I don't) so since you asked for advice I am going to give it.  I hope it helps.

The Kindergarten situation

Anders

As you have indicated, I think you have to hold him back, or give him a grow year, or repeat Kindergarten, or whatever you want to call it.  Do not think that you made the wrong decision by sending him to Kindergarten, though.  He is learning a ton and will feel that much more comfortable and confident with the school and the teacher when he attends next year.  Even though he has been out of the house since he was young, a day care center environment is very different from the public school and many kids need more time to get used to it.  Because Anders had already graduated from his preschool, it only made sense for him to attend Kindergarten.  I agree with his teacher's assessment that based on his current academic standing and his emotional sensitivity that he needs another year to "cook".  Also, statistics do show that kids who start out behind tend to remain playing catch-up, but that is not always the case.

My sister has a fall birthday and to this day both she and my mother feel that they made a mistake by not holding her back.  She has always struggled with reading and has never been a confident student.  In addition, she was always younger than her classmates which meant that she did everything later and felt left out.  Her son, who is now 10, has a July birthday.  He is small for his age and based on her experience and his teachers recommendations, she had him repeat Kindergarten.  He is now excelling in fourth grade and still has friends in the fifth grade along with his classmates. 

As for telling him, I would suggested framing it as an opportunity (I know you already know this).  He will be able to be like his rock star girl friend who knows everything.  Instead of being the last to do things, he will be the first.  If he wants to play sports, he will be the older, stronger, bigger kid, and have an advantage.  He may be mad, but he will get over it.  Remember, he is still relatively young and years from now he will thank you.  I promise!   The hardest part is that he is such good friends with Tommy.  My son, Scott, has friends who are in the class ahead and behind his and it is great to widen their circle.  Plus Tommy can give him a heads up on all the things he will be doing next.

Now, this is important (because I said I was going to give you my opinions as if I know you):  Go get the book Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons.  In the beginning of the school year, this fall, start the lessons.  Anders will be a little bored with school because Kindergarten starts out slow.  But this will give him something to work on and he will be reading, I guarantee, by Christmas.  He will feel so happy and successful.  Everything will be perfect!  OK, I am getting a little carried away, but seriously, it is a fabulous program, only takes 10 - 20 minutes per day and is so worth it (you could do it after dinner each night).  Scott is an excellent reader, two grade levels ahead, and I credit a lot of it with doing this program.  I do not think that he would have learned how to read the way they teach it in school.  Being a strong reader is an important building block for all other subjects.  Think about it.  When the teacher puts something up on the board and all the other kids are trying to remember what she said, Anders will be able to read it.  He will be a superstar.  (Not that he isn't already, but you know what I mean).

Tommy

Where I live, in PA, holding kids back for behavior is pretty standard.  Although I agree that Anders should be held back, I think Tommy's situation is completely different.  Tommy seems to be similar to my son.  Scott was a serious behavior problem back in preschool and was diagnosed with a condition called Sensory Processing Disorder (you can read more about our story here, if you want).  At the time of his diagnosis there was much discussion as to whether he should do a grow year.  I looked into programs and had him evaluated several times.  We stressed about whether he could handle the Kindergarten environment given his lack of self control and out-of-bounds behavior. 

The term immature came up several times but I always found this confusing and an inadequate description.  Although he had trouble controlling himself in a group of kids, he was very mature with grown-ups.  He could discuss complicated topics and sit still for a long time.  I learned that it was the structure of the classroom that mostly did him in (that and the fact that he needed OT for some of his issues).

We were seeing a psychologist at the time and she urged us to have him attend Kindergarten on schedule.  Her opinion was that he needed a structured environment which challenged him academically.  She also pointed out that Scott needed appropriate role models in the form of older, more in control classmates.  If the other kids were being silly or acting out, he would follow right along, but when he was with older children, he would be less inclined to do those things.  She was right on the money.  And although there have been some blips along the way, I am so glad that we didn't keep him back.  He received all S's and +'s on his current report card, even in the work habits/behavior area.

Aside from the SPD, Tommy reminds me of Scott.  You should ask for a meeting with the school, not just send a letter, to discuss his continued success.  Just like you, they want him to do well and do not want him to require some sort of discipline plan. (As an aside there has been research conducted that shows that kids who are difficult early in their academic careers do not end up trouble makers all their lives.  He is not doomed to a life of being the bad kid!).  He needs a strong teacher who will not only make the rules and following them clear, but will also challenge him academically.  Also, if he can be tested for an enrichment (gifted) type of program, you may want to consider it.

The right teacher is very important, as is the structure of the classroom.  I would suggest that the teacher find stuff for Tommy to do to keep him busy.  He is calling out because he is bored and the work is too easy.  He is looking for attention.  That is what I think.  He will also be a superstar when he is given the opportunity to shine.  (Of course he already is, but you know what I mean).

Day Care

You asked how people handle issues they might have at their day care center.  I am going to offer the other side, the administrator perspective.

First and foremost, treat everyone at the day care center as well as you would your coworkers.  I know this sounds like common sense, but all too often, customers would talk down to the teachers and assistants as if they were no better than a teenage babysitter.  These people are taking care of your children, treat them kindly, show them respect, act appreciative. 

This goes for the administration as well.  Pay on time.  Don't show up late (and if you do, apologize profusely and pay whatever fee is applicable).  Day care centers spell out all their rules ahead of time.  You are not going to change them.  If you don't like them, you can say so, but don't expect the center to change.  You have a choice, they do not have to accommodate you.  Owning and operating a day care is a very difficult endeavor.  Although it seems like you are paying a lot of money, there is very little to go around once the large payroll, rent, insurance and other bills are paid.  The employees do not make much money, but are expected to care for children which can often be quite trying and stressful.

That said, if you already have a relationship with the school administrators, it is fair for you to ask for specific changes, or discuss issues, just like you would at a job.  Are you going to gripe the first week of a new job?  Of course not.  But you might ask your boss for something after you've proven your track record as a good employee.  And whatever it is that you might be asking about, do it in a professional, courteous manner.  This is true for anything, but for some reason it needs to be reiterated in the world of childcare.

Also, do not gossip with the day care employees.  Do not put them in a position to either talk about another child, a teacher, or the administration.  Same as it goes at work.  Talk to a teacher first, before you go over their head, but realize that they are trying to meet everyone's demands as well as follow their boss' rules, so be reasonable.  For the most part, people who work in day cares like little kids, there are plenty of other easier and better paying jobs that they could have. 

My mother and I used to joke that there were 3 kinds of day care parents:

1.  The people who were so glad that you were taking care of their children.  They would thank us all the time saying, "better you than me" and were happy to go to work knowing that their kids were well taken care of.  They had reasonable expectations and knew that they could not control everything, but felt that overall, the arrangement was positive.  They liked that their kids were with other children, could play outside on the playground, do art projects, etc.  Their motto:  Thank god you are here.

2.  The  people who were resentful that they had to go to work when they really wanted to stay home.  They were unhappy with the cost of the tuition, thought that they weren't getting enough for their money, felt that the owners must be getting rich off of their misfortune, and wished that they could afford a nanny so that they felt more in control.  They would grunt at us when they came in and out, barely read any newsletters, and often complained.  Their motto:  I am miserable and so should every one else be.

3.  The people that were paranoid that they were ruining their children by putting them in day care and were looking all the time for some kind of breech in conduct by an employee.  They questioned every time a child or teacher moved from one class to another or a family or teacher left the school.  They hung out way too long every morning and afternoon, afraid they might miss picking up some vital information that would prove their suspicions were justified.  Their motto:  Day care is evil and not to be trusted.

Obviously, the first people were the ones who had the best experience!

Wow, that was an earful, right?!  Anyway, I am sure it will all work out with the Kindergarten/First Grade thing and I hope I was able to provide some insight into the day care world.

Keep up the great podcasts!  I look forward to them and to your blog posts each week.

Your friend and fellow mommy,

Lori at Spinning Yellow

February 07, 2008

Triple Run Around Day

Scott has been sick.  It is the same thing that everyone seems to be having.  A cold.  A nagging cough.  Maybe it turns into croup or an ear infection or a sinus infection.  Or all of those things, which is the case for Scott.   Or a full-blown throwing up flu, like Matt had.  Then it just goes back to the cough that will never go away.

This is an unusual thing for the healthy boy.  He almost never gets sick.  Jane doesn't get sick much either, even though she has asthma.  We don't do a lot of doctor visits or antibiotics.

So, as I am sure you can imagine, when Scott is sick he has a difficult time with it.  I remember the first time he got sick, it was around this time of the year when he was not quite 2.  It was when he finally watched an entire 25 minute TV program.  Blues Clues.  He called it "Boo's coos" which sounded a lot like "Booze Cruise".  Friends called and sympathized, "Taking care of sick kids is the worst.  They are so miserable."  Funny, I didn't feel that way.  I was actually enjoying this reprieve from his constant activity.  He was sitting still!  Watching the TV for more than a few minutes!  I took a shower!

It is hard to remember those days now.  Scott seems so mature lately.  He is doing so well.  In school and with basketball.  And even at home, getting along with his sister and helping out.

But the sickness thing is slowing him down.  Last weekend he complained that his ear hurt and I promptly hauled him, kicking and screaming, to the doctor.  Then he decided to stay home and miss his basketball game because he felt so tired and his chest hurt.  He has been quiet this week.  Afraid that he will feel lousy.  "When will I ever be better?" he keeps asking.

Last night he coughed so much that he woke up and I had to give him medicine a 2:30am.  This morning though, he perked up a bit.  A big smile crossed his face as he looked at the clothes I had laid out for him, sweat pants and a t-shirt for gym class.

"Today is Triple Run Around Day!" 

"Huh?  Are you doing something special in gym?"

"No.  It's just that I have gym and recess and basketball practice.  All on the same day."

A trifecta of activity.  I think he might be finally feeling like himself again.


** I, on the other hand, was dreading my scheduled 6 mile run, but I did do it.  I thought about how much he likes to run while I toiled away, willing myself to take each step.  I still don't feel like I am myself.  I am going to jump back on the blogging train and attempt to write my way out of my funk.  Because you never know what tomorrow might hold with a boy who is off and running again and the possibility of something as exciting as Triple Run Around Day.

Thanks to everyone who has been wondering where I've been.  It is nice to feel missed and I am sorry for being out of touch.  I will be posting updates on all sorts of things.  I hope we are still friends.  'kay?

January 16, 2008

Star of the Week

Scott is Star of the Week in his first grade class.  We received a schedule during Back to School Night with each child's special week listed.  Because our last name starts with a letter near the end of the alphabet, Scott's turn is now, instead of earlier in the school year.  I thought this would be a problem last year when he kept asking me, "when do I get to be the star?"  But it proved both then and now to be better timing for him.

Last year, in Kindergarten, Star of the Week included making an All About Me poster, bringing in show and tell items, and the grand finale, having relatives visit the classroom.  Because I could, I arranged to pick up my nephew (who was 9 at the time) from his private school and bring him to Scott's public school along with Jane.  The 3 of us arrived with a treat (Skittles) and books to read to the class. 

Scott had fretted all week about which book I should read.  He dismissed book after book for being boring or dumb.  He worries that the other children won't like what he chooses.  Finally, after much stress, we had settled on Green Eggs and Ham

Scott was so excited to have his favorite cousin, who he looks up to, at his school.  But I was concerned that all the hoopla would backfire.  We had experienced plenty of times when hype turned to disappointment or even worse, a public meltdown.  Once we were seated in front of his fellow students, I pulled out the book to read.

Scott looked at me and said very matter-of-factly, "I'll read it, mom."  I knew that he could read this book easily, but the idea that he would feel confident enough to do it in front of his class, took me by surprise.   He read the whole thing, which is pretty long, without faltering.  At one point I caught the teacher's eye and she smiled.  It was difficult for me not to start crying.

Afterward, I told his teacher how surprised I was, and she said that it was something he can remember forever.  I knew I would always remember how proud I was of him and how confident and poised he was, but what she said has stuck with me, too, for the last year.  That he could feel proud of himself.  That he would have this moment when he took a chance and it worked out.  His moment to truly be a star.

I also realized that had it been the beginning of the school year, he wouldn't have felt comfortable enough with his classmates to do such a thing.  So I figured it was just as well that his turn this year was after most of the kids had already had their chance.  The down side to this is that the pressure to do something different or better is greater.

The last few days have been fraught with making decisions about his poster, show and tell items, and his special visitor time.  Apparently this year, the relatives (usually just the mom), not only read a story and bring a treat, but also play a game of some sort.  I've heard there's been limbo and freeze dance.  Scott wants something original.  Any ideas for me?  Please help me here, I don't know what to do.

I am a little worried about the whole thing because Scott is doing exactly what he has always done prior to these kinds of events.  He keeps saying, well so and so won't like that game, or that's too boyish, the girls won't like it.  This is similar to what happens before his birthdays when he says, "that kid won't like it and won't want to come."  Matt and I end up saying, exasperated, "It's your party!  You should do what you want to do!"  But he is either laking in self confidence that the other kids like him or he is overly concerned with making everyone happy.

Whatever is the case, he is super excited about Jane and I visiting.  He decided to have Sour Skittles as his treat (I have to procure those tomorrow!) and then finally, he chose the book, The Giving Tree.  A lovely book, for sure, but one that makes me a little emotional.  He said he might read it or just have me do it.

I kind of hope he does, because I might have a little trouble speaking clearly through my tears.


 

December 18, 2007

Can You Do This Homework?

Yesterday Scott's homework had a series of patterns to be deciphered by the child and continued to the edge of the page.  It looked like this:

Homework

There were obvious patterns like |::|::|::   Seeing how this pattern should continue is a piece of cake for Scott.  But being able to make the lines and dots in a way that shows his understanding is a completely different story.  He has learned how to write by feeling the motions he is supposed to make, not by looking at a picture and copying it.  In fact, he often writes more clearly when he isn't referring to a proper letter and just goes slowly.  Whenever he has to look at something and attempt to replicate it, he has trouble.

I didn't try this, but I am quite certain that if I asked Jane, at age 3, to copy the line and dot pattern, she'd be able to do it better than he did.  She can draw people with faces and copy simple pictures already (one of the few ways she takes after me).

I don't think it is necessarily important to be able to do this copying thing well.  But it does illustrate how crucial the OT was for him to be able to write legibly and keep up in school. 

In addition to the abstract patterns, the homework also included several letter sequences.  When Scott hears "pattern" he thinks, "repeating".  So when he saw A, b, C, d, E, f, ....  He started back at A and did the series the same way,  A - f.  I knew the answer was G, h, I, j, K, L, m..... but wasn't sure if I should correct him (I did later).

Then things got a little more complicated.  The next letter question went: a, a, z, z, b, b, y, y,  .... He got that one (after a few minutes). 

Don't skip ahead.  Try this one on your own:  a, b, a, b, c, a,   ,   ,   ,   ,   ,   ,   , e   (fill in the blank spaces).


Did it take you a few minutes?  Do you think that anything a first grader should do, especially homework that is supposed to take ten minutes, tops, should be tricky for a grown-up?  Matt said, "well maybe she was testing them, trying to see who would be able to get it".  OK, but give a heads up, because when I see homework, I expect it to be a reinforcement of what has already been learned and certainly not so difficult that a parent, one who does logic and math problems for fun, finds semi-challenging.

Maybe that was easy for you.  Here's the next one:  a, b, A, c, a, d, A,  ,   ,   ,   ,   ,   , h 
Hmmm, I see an alternating pattern.

Last one:   z, y, y, x, w, w, v,   ,   ,   ,   ,   ,   , q

To his credit, Scott did catch on by that last one, but it still took him a good 40 minutes to do this with my help.  And he didn't have a meltdown about it, hurray!

Oy!  My head hurt.

I did leave his teacher a quick note about how hard this homework was, but it is not a huge deal, just one of those things that I felt didn't seem right.

So I'm curious, how'd you do?

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