Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Break On Through To The Other Side

I'll admit it, I want my little boy back.

I have endurance for a lot of things, but my emotional endurance is shot.  I finally shed some tears over Rowan's last regression last night, and unloaded the negative feelings, the guilt, the helplessness and the depression all over my husband.  Of course, he was, as always, an awesome listener and reminded me that I am not on this path alone.

I am making copies of every assessment ever done on the kid and bringing them to his well child visit next month.  I am asking for a referral.  I am looking for an official diagnosis.

Maybe they will label him with autism, maybe not.  I know he is "atypical."  But he is an atypical atypical kid.  He doesn't fit all the criteria for autism, but there are some red flags there.  I just know I want some help and reprieve from whatever monster this is that keeps stealing my child away from me every few months.  Just when we think we are through the worst of it, and I have watched him have what seems like an amazing breakthrough, it returns.  It's like riding a glorious wave and then finding yourself on a polluted beach when you reach the shore.  All that hard work to paddle out there, and yes, the ride was great, but what?  We're back here again?  How did that happen?  And every time he has a regression it's like he is slipping away from me.  Not only is he behaving negatively but he is clearly turning inward.  I can't figure out who he is.  I can't get close.  Hell, I can't even be fun because I am too busy playing drill sergeant and keeping him in line.

Oh, but I see glimpses.  Those impish flirty looks of those blue eyes and that delightful giggle of his.  The cute questions he asks. The HILARIOUS things he says.  The amazingly imaginative stories he tells me.  His huge capacity to give and receive love.  I know he is still there and will be back.  That is the little guy I want to see thrive.  I want more happy Rowie and less angry Rowie.

If you are reading this, I am asking that you say a prayer for our family, and for Rowan.  Pray that we can find strength to get through this tough spot, and that he can work through whatever he is stuck on.  Pray that as we embark on a journey to get a diagnosis, that we can be open minded and accepting, and that we will remember that a label will not take away the delightfulness of who he is, but will open the doors to getting him some help.

Gratitude to you.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Black and White/The Summer Bucket List

"Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me."

I fell for it again.  Rowan came out of his last backslide so beautifully that I convinced myself it wasn't going to happen again.  He is regressing with a vengeance right now. 

Regressions are hard.

Welcome back, fighting, biting, kicking, punching and screaming.  Just in time to help usher in summer.

Luckily, I recently discovered my Towanda, (avenger of all evil.)  It started with a group of sixth graders.  I just wasn't going to take their shit anymore.  I got angry, I avenged, it felt good and now I feel unstoppable.  Rowan picked a baaaaadddd time to get defiant.  I will avenge any evil this child throws at me.

One thing that has become increasingly clear over the last few weeks is that I need to take away all shades of gray.  Everything has become black and white.  Rowan is clearly looking to see where the boundaries are right now, and I am drawing them as clearly as I can.  Where I normally pick my battles, I have made everything a battle.  Say no to me?  I don't think so.  Growl at me?  Uh-UH!  Do something right after I told you not to?  Look out.  Whine?  No way.  I have become the Royal Queen Bitch in this house.  It IS possible to take EVERY toy away, did you know that?  I am amazed at how I have disentangled my emotions from this situation and so clearly can see how it needs to be done.  Exhausting?  Yes...but not as exhausting as letting him run the show.  Painful?  A little bit, but I got my eyes on the prize this time.  I will not raise a jerkface.  And since I have started this little plan, I notice Rowan still wakes up every morning and loves me.  

++++++++++++++++++++

Let's get away from the negative and focus on the good things ahead.  I survived my first year at my new job, full time and with promise of full time next year.  The last day of school felt surreal.  I normally feel grief and sadness...this is the first time I know I am coming back to the same kids.  It was a challenging year in many ways, but I am ending on a very high note, already excited for next year.  And I am SO damn lucky.  (Oh, and did I mention it's my first REAL summer off?)

So without further ado, this year's Summer Bucket List (with help from Aidan):
  1. Visit every playground in Duluth
  2. Sleep in the backyard
  3. Movies in the park
  4. Lemonade stand
  5. Fishing at Hartley
  6. Camping, camping and more camping
  7. Pirate exhibit at the Science Museum in St. Paul
  8. Teach Aidan to snorkel
  9. French River and lunch and the Scenic
  10. State Fair
  11. Pick strawberries
  12. Pick blueberries
  13. Make jam
  14. Make pickles
  15. Ride bikes to get ice cream
  16. Teach Rowan to ride the bike tagalong
  17. Make homemade ice cream the old fashioned way
  18. Stay and swim at the Edge
  19. Timber Twister
  20. Have Lynnie over for dinner
  21. Lots of pontoon rides
And my personal additions:
  1. Keep the garden weed free
  2. Host two kickass birthday parties
  3. Deep clean and organize every room in the house, including the basement
  4. Make enough aprons, bags and skirts to sell somewhere.
  5. Catch up with old friends.
  6. Stop sleeping in: seize each day.
My hope is that by posting these here, I will stay on top of the list, and hopefully post our adventures here!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

I Made Your Kid Cry Today...or Helping You To Not Raise a Jerkface

I made your kid cry today.

I might do it again.  I do not apologize for my actions.  I am sorry he was sad, but I am not sorry I followed through with my disciplinary action.

Let me explain myself.

Last night I had this dream, probably one of the worst ones of my life.  My little son, Rowan, was coming out of his Occupational Therapy session.  He and the OT walked toward me (well, he trotted, because that's what he does) and there was another woman with them.  I inquired who it was, and the OT informed me that it was the foster mom Rowan would be going home with.  He could no longer live with me.  I woke up, sobbing, my pillow and face wet.  He had climbed into bed with me, and I squooshed him REALLY hard.

What does this have to do with your crying child?

I KNOW that the raw feeling in that dream, that intense love, is a bond I share with all parents.  I KNOW that every parent is hopelessly in love with their child.  They are the cutest, smartest, most clever, etc.   Our common fear is losing them somehow, such a terrible thought to bear.  I sometimes find that it is important to remember that someone loves this child with that intensity in times when my, your, or other children are driving me nuts.  (My trick for remembering:  look at their eyelashes.  I don't know why that works, but it does.  Because, eyelashes.)

You would think that the eyelash/memory of strong love bond business would soften my resolve, but no, it doesn't. I think it toughens it.  Here's the thing that I think so many parents are missing right now:  it is OKAY to say NO.  It is okay to break their spirit once in a while (believe me, it will be back, more quickly than you think.)  It is okay to hold back on giving them everything they ask for.  It is okay if they cry or even get mad at you (gasp!)  I might ruffle a few feathers in the "natural parenting" crowd I mingle with, but   PARENTS:  be the adult!

I helped him by letting him cry today.  I probably helped you too.  You should try it.  Over time, your child might grow up to be:

  • Considerate
  • One who thinks of others before himself
  • Aware of the value of hard work
  • Knowing the value of making mistakes, and forgiving others for theirs
  • One who does not text under the table at dinner
  • Willing to share
  • Willing to listen to the ideas of others
  • Polite
  • A loving, unselfish partner in a relationship
  • A coworker who is respected for his integrity
  • A person who never cuts anyone off in traffic, or shows road rage.
  • Patient
  • Someone who doesn't interrupt others while they are talking
  • Accountablity
It is BECAUSE of that intense love that we should offer our kids the things they will need to be adults who are not selfish jerks, something as a teacher I am honestly afraid of for the generation I am teaching.  And those things are easy:  No, because I said so, that is not safe, I am talking to an adult right now you may not interrupt, you may come back to dinner when you have settled down, you may come back and play when you've said you're sorry, you're grounded, no treat tonight, I am sorry that all your other friends have that toy but if you want it you will have to earn your own money to buy it, no you don't need a cell phone, your cell phone will be taken away for a week because you were texting at the table/at school after I/your teacher told you to put it away, what is up with these grades, I stand by your teacher, you may not talk to me that way, you screwed up admit it now learn from it.  Boundaries.  Rules.  They don't come naturally to kids, they just don't.  Trust me, I am a teacher.  I know.  And really, does anyone want their child to grow up to be a jerkface?

My little son Rowan is easy to coddle with his own set of special needs and challenges.  It is harder to say no, harder not to go down the easy road.  It is something I struggle with every day, and beat myself up for my shortcomings (source of dream?)  I try to remember that because he has these extra challenges I have all the more reason to establish the boundaries.  He (and we) just have to work harder at it.  I will never let his special needs be his (or my) excuse.  And it will pay off.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Seize This

Today, I lazily copy this link into this post, not because I am lazy, but because these are my exact thoughts and I couldn't have said it better.

My favorite quote:  " I can't even carpe fifteen minutes in a row, so a whole diem is out of the question."

Please read, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Don't Carpe Diem

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Moment We've All Been Waiting For

Life seems normal.

That might sound boring to most people, but it is extraordinary to me and my family.

Normal is what we've been striving for.

I feel like I woke up sometime in the last two months with this weird feeling, like, "Huh...that's weird...I don't feel frantic."

There is no doubt that Rowan has made a HUGE leap since Thanksgiving, on so many levels.  His language has become more conversational and expressive, he shows empathy and caring for others, he not only notices the other kids, but he wants to engage with them and follows along with their play.  He has become the boy we always knew was there: witty, sensitive, imaginative, caring and full of kisses and mischief.  He plays nicely with his brother, and they are totally IN LOVE with each other (or nearly killing each other, like most brothers do.)  Conflicts that do arise sure seem like typical four year old battles: whining, manners, sharing, using a bossy voice.  Lashing out violently, like he did about 9 months ago, isn't even on the radar.  His preschool teacher, Lynnie, said that watching him in the month of December was like "watching a flower bloom."

Sure, I know, as always, that there are still hills to climb ahead.  I know there will regressions and backsliding and all that nonsense, but I can't help but feel that many of the huge hurdles are behind us, and we will never have to leap them again.  We are still seeing the speech pathologist, and signed on for OT starting next month.  We are not checking him out of The Most Awesome Preschool in the World any time soon.  I'm no dummy.  I know why we're here.  It's because this stuff is working!

And so....I welcome you, uninterrupted conversation with my husband, giggles from the boys as they play together in another room.  Hello, visits to restaurants and relatives houses.  Good day to you, grocery store checkout line. Church...., um...ah, well...we'll get there.  Good evening, little boy who is upset with me because he is worried I got shampoo in his brother's eyes.  Good morning, kisses and hugs (oh...the BEST kisses and hugs.)  Hola, play date.  Real play date.  Where my kid plays.  With the other kid.

Blessed be. And Amen.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Birthday Fun or Back in the Saddle or What a Father Will Do For His Kids

This post was brought to you by a big beefy steer.

First, let me preface this story by saying I am a hippie at heart.  I don't eat a ton of red meat, don't care for country music, or own a truck or any clothing with the American Flag on it.  These are important details later.

Saturday was Dan's 39th birthday.  Though things have been going fairly well around here, we were ready for a night out sans children.  This becomes apparent when you converse more through text messaging than you do in person.  We were all set for a movie, dinner and drinks, but alas, the Thing That Seems to Happen To Us More Than Most People Happened:  the sitter called and cancelled.  Down the list we went, but to no avail.  No uninterrupted conversation for us.

The two of us kind of moped around for a good part of the afternoon, as the "sorry I can't help you" calls rolled in.  We decided to go out anyway, with the kids, to Pizza Luce, a favorite haunt.  I rummaged through a collection of gift cards I have, knowing I had one for Luce, and stumbled across one for Texas Roadhouse that I'd received as a going away present last spring.  The idea struck me that this might make for an interesting night.  Neither of us had been there before.  Now, of all the places I can think of that I would like to visit least in the world, Texas might be first on the list.  A roadhouse might be up in the top ten.  A visit to an establishment like this is probably normalcy for many Americans, but for us it would become kitschy goodness.  Hippies in a Hotbed of Country Lovin' Folks.  I presented the idea to Dan, and with a giggle, he agreed.  I went upstairs and changed into a jean skirt, boots and a funny old pink cowgirl shirt I've held on to for some reason, just to kick it up a notch.

When we arrived to check in on our "call ahead seating," we almost bailed for two reasons.  First, the music and dull roar of the crowd inside made Rowan stop in his tracks.  He absolutely would NOT cross the threshold.   Second, as I peered in, I noticed PEANUT SHELLS all over the floor.  Oh great, I thought, not only are we in for a Sensory Overload experience with Rowan, but we'll get a bonus round of anaphylactic shock with the other kid.  Happy Birthday, Daddy.  Somehow we overcame these obstacles as Rowan was calmed by our reassurance and the presence of the epi-pen in the backpack was verified.

Once we were settled and seated, it actually ended up being the perfect place for our little family.  The music wasn't too loud, and the crowd translated as more of a white noise, which kept Rowan in check.  Plus, our kids could be their normal boisterous selves and we wouldn't have to worry about their noise level.  OH, AND they had KRAFT Macaroni and Cheese on the menu.  FINALLY.  Come on, chefs, kids don't want fancy homemade mac n cheese, they want KRAFT.  A good chance the child will actually eat at this restaurant.

The giant slabs of beef and their accompanying sides of potatoes in various forms were good, Aidan had gravy for the first time, and Rowan ate pretty well, with help from a last minute social story written on our magna-doodle.  (Our server wasn't quite sure what to make of that.)  The best part was the fact that Dan had to sit in the birthday saddle while everyone in our section yelled "YEEE-HAW!"  That was worth the trip right there.  We wrapped up a decent evening, eating out with our kids, a rare thing.

Oh....I almost forgot.  Driving out of the parking lot, Rowan realized he had left his presh-us wooden signs at the table.  I wish I had been a fly on the wall to witness my husband, on hands and knees, searching the floor under the table we'd been at, where there was now seated an Asian family who seemed to speak very little English.  They kept saying "sorry" while Dan tried to explain missing tiny wooden traffic signs.  He found them.

Happy Birthday, Dan.  We love you!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...

One month ago, I imagined what life would look like at this moment in my life.

I imagined Aidan, off to school, with copious amounts of stress surrounding getting him there and back.

I imagined Dan, bummed at the prospect of losing his job soon.

I imagined Rowan, an anxious wreck over being in preschool full time and having upheaval in his routine (again.)

I imagined myself, overwhelmed by the new job and changes, exhausted, no time to keep up on housework, bills, putting food on the table...and too tired to be a good parent.

Here is where I sit instead:

Aidan is off to school.  Our friends and neighbors have stepped up to help.  He is transported safely, and secure and happy in his after school care.

Dan sees the end coming, but is focused with new resolve and confidence to get his own business going. (Not to mention new gear..he is all set!)

Rowan....oh what do I say about Rowan?  Well adjusted.  Happy.  Confident.  Would I have ever believed he'd ask me to go back to preschool as I was buckling him into the car at the end of the day?  Would I ever have dreamed that we'd make a sudden and rash decision to move him and Aidan into the same room the second week of school?  Lordy, no.  But it's all happening, and it is all so very good.  And WOW does that make everything else easier.

And me?  Yes, the job is overwhelming, and many days I feel like a deer in headlights, BUT, along with it is the realization that last year I was living in a state of "meh."  I feel passion in what I am doing, and MAN, DO I EVER LOVE TEACHING ART!!!!!!  And the crazy thing is, it carries over to all the other parts of my life.  I don't know, maybe I was depressed last year, but having this new job doing what I love motivates me to be a better mom, friend, wife, person.

I feel kind of underwhelmed in my own response to all these changes.  I keep looking around, thinking, "Am I missing something here? Shouldn't I be more stressed out?"  And then I'm like, "STOOPID, enjoy this moment!  You are not running around like a crazy person like you thought you would. Stop worrying about worrying."

And then I sit back, breathe, and ride this glorious wave.  Sometimes change is just what you need.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Three Sides of the Same Coin

It's glaringly obvious to me lately that Rowan has three different personalities.  Just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but including Mr. Hyde's sad cousin.  I don't know if this is normal for SPD kids, but I do know that with the changes starting to happen in this house as fall schedules approach, it's like spinning a roulette wheel several times a day, waiting to see what you'll get with each change or transition.

Will it be Rowan Number One?  This is the cute, happy, giggly, smiley dude that makes the old ladies in the grocery store melt.  This Rowan gives out copious amounts of hugs, loves to help, listens, chatters incessantly and pretty much all around makes my heart melt.  He appears to be a normal, well-adjusted four year old.  This Rowan, fortunately, seems to be the one he's bringing to preschool most days.  I am thankful for that.  I do wish he'd hang out here more often though.  I hate to pick favorites among my son's split personalities, but I have to admit, this one is my favorite.

Oh, wait, it looks like Rowan Number Two.  This one, I have the most sympathy for.  This little guy appears when there is something scary, especially a loud noise.  He does not like changes in plans or schedules.  He is generally very, very sad or so upset he's been known to scream until the capillaries break on his cheeks.  I can see the loss of control and the flailing to get it back.  This Rowan makes me feel sad and helpless.  Fortunately, as Rowan becomes so very verbal, we see this guy less.

Or...is it the Dreaded Rowan Number Three?  Also known as Naughty Rowan or Rowan in Monkey Mode.  This one can unfold three loads of laundry in 30 seconds, thinks pulling on the dog's ear until he yelps is SUPER hilarious, and will squirt a bottle of lotion on the floor to skate in.  This Rowan will NOT be redirected (he doesn't even like social stories), will laugh when you scold him and runs away when he knows he's being naughty.  He generally makes my blood boil and makes me look like a Bad Parent in public.  He has been showing up around here a lot lately and he is NOT welcome.

Who am I kidding?  They are all part of the child I love, and need to be accepted.  I know who they are in OT language and what it means in the book:  Number One is what we strive for, Number Two is sensory avoiding, and Number Three is sensory seeking.  Easy to read about and understand in a book, but hard to live with.

As I anticipate changes ahead in the next month, I also full on expect this to become harder for a while.  And then, it will level off again as we navigate the ups and downs of living with SPD.  I always used to tell myself that the traits you want in an adult are really hard to have in a young child:  curiosity, passion, determination, the ability to take risks and test boundaries.  Then add in the fact that Rowan is so sensitive, and, according to his ECFE teacher a couple of years ago, "feels feelings bigger than most people."  I believe these traits WILL serve him well as an adult - the world is in need of more sensitive souls who can see the world in a different way.

My little package of personalities is a gift, as hard as it is to live with parts of it.  I continue to focus on the lessons I can learn during the tough times, celebrate the huge gains we've made, and grab the hugs when they are being doled out.
An example of Naughty Rowan, caught green-handed.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Birthday Emergencies

Just in case you were concerned that the cake might light on fire, or that someone might steal the presents, or that someone might get hurt, don't worry.  The birthday boy is prepared.  This is how we found him sleeping on the eve of his fourth birthday.  All is safe and well.  Age on, little boy. :)

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Look

I don't know why parents are so self conscious about what other people think of our parenting.  We just are.  There are so many styles and methods out there, and though I have always been confident in trusting my intuition over books and methods, I can't help but sometimes wonder if I'm doing it right.

And then there's parenting a kid with SPD.  How do you explain his behavior to strangers?  I can't even explain it to myself at times.  I've toyed with making him a set of t-shirts that say things like "Caution: Overly Sensitive Child" or "Please Don't Talk to Me."  There have been a couple times where I've almost told strangers he's autistic, just because that makes a lot more sense to people than "Oh, sorry, he's got a neurological disorder that impairs his ability to process sensory stimuli in the usual way."  Even the term "sensory issues" doesn't work, as I noted to myself in our last dentist visit.  The hygienist acknowledged it when I said it, and then pretty much did all the things you shouldn't do to a kid with SPD at the dentist, such as rushing him and tipping back the chair without warning him.

Because of this, I am used to "the look."  That raised eyebrow, hairy eyeball kind of stare that you get when your kid takes his shoes off and refuses to put them back on at the restaurant.  Or you are sitting on him in the checkout line.  Or he has just hit another child for not playing the game the right way. (Oh, that was horrible.  I think I apologized 327 times.)  Along with the look comes under the breath muttered comments.  Such as the lady at the McDonald's Playland who did not appreciate Rowan's loud sustained high pitched (happy) scream.  "Jesus," she said, "Someone needs to get that kid out of here."  I shot my own look at her, and briefly thought about educating her.  Bah.  Not worth the effort.  I've become much like the duck getting water thrown at it.  I just let it roll off my back.  I know what I need to do for my kid, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

Imagine my delight when I got the opposite look yesterday.  We were swimming at the river and Rowan was being SO happy, chatty and social.  He was swimming up to strangers and making all kinds of friends.  I later found out that he had offered his name, age and the fact that he had a birthday coming up to a couple of moms.  He was also encouraging a 4 year old girl, who was fearful of the water, to go swimming.  And apparently being really sweet about it.  This is the kid who usually won't talk to any strangers, let alone answer questions.  One mom in particular kept smiling at me and giving me a look that said, "How cute, charming, and polite your child is!"  And though I try not to put too much weight in those looks, I let this one count.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Summer in the Key of Rain

Summer is not what I expected it to be so far this year.

It started off with the news of a new job, the knowledge that I wouldn't be "tied down" by my summer job at the cafe, and the prospect of sunny days ahead.  It started on a high note.

Then it rained.  And rained, and rained and rained.  When it wasn't raining, it was cold and foggy.  A gray cloud hung over our fair city for what seemed like a month.  And then it moved into our house.   And my brain.  I have a serious case of bad-itude.

If living with a child with SPD has taught me anything, it is to expect the unexpected.  Know there will be ups and downs, and there is no such thing as a consistent pattern or cycle.  I assumed summer would be easy for my little guy: so much freedom, and fun and running around.  You know what they say, when you assume, you make a...well, you know.

Turns out that the same kid who needed the structure and routine during the school year also needs it for summer too.  Huh, go figure.  Wasn't the case last summer.  But then again, it didn't rain for 453 days straight.  I've been bitten 5 times, scratched about 15 times, kicked, screamed at, and am thinking about buying a helmet for Aidan and also one for the dog.  Loss of control has ensued.

After about 7 days of being cooped up, we ventured out to the local children's museum.  It was filled with crabby kids and their crabby parents, who obviously were feeling much like us.  Another day we went to the library, where just as we arrived a daycare full of crabby kids and their crabby providers poured in. The weather got the best of all of us.  Dan came home at the end of one of those days and I think I was catatonic.  I had reached the low point of my bad-itude.

But, as always, when you reach the low, you can only go up.  I have a plan.  Picture schedules and social story notebooks have resumed their positions in the rooms of our house.  One expert told us if your child seems like they're doing better, DON'T put the social stories and supports away.  They are doing better because the supports are working.  I ignored this advice and resolve to not do so again.

I am not the person with the plan, usually, but now I will have to be.  Lounge around in our jammies time this summer will be replaced by get 'em up and get 'em out.  We had an almost nice day yesterday (over 50 degrees, not raining).  My goal was to not be home all day.  Mission accomplished.  It was busy, and a lot of work, but MAN, did we have a hill of fun AND brotherly love.

I have my plan in place, my goal is set.  I will turn this negative cycle and bad-itude around.  Now, I just need the sun to come out.  (Oh, man...was that thunder?)
Hoping to see more fire truck and bike washes in the front yard soon!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Spring Fling

Man, what a slacker I've been on this blog thing.  It seems the spring wind has come and taken all my motivation away.

Actually,  there are two reasons why I haven't posted.

1.  I always expect spring to be "easy."  Every year I am wrong.  Both Dan and I have had job interviews in the last 2 weeks, school craziness is wrapping up with all of its extra get togethers and whatnot, plus my toes are getting back into working at the Cafe.  Where has all this time gone?  (Oh, and I've been playing, as per previous post.)

2.  I find my sense of humor and quick wit fires faster with adversity and stress, of which there is little around here.  Really.  We're busy, but not fried to the max like we were this winter.  When life is "normal" I'm just not funny anymore.

More on the job opportunities later.  No reason to report anything if nothing pans out.

Now it's time to brag.  Stop reading now if you hate it when parents go on and on about how great their kids are.  Really, it's pretty shameless.

The boys are doing great.  Rowan's expressive language is now blossoming to the point where he is saying things like "Of course" and "actually."  He rode a horse (with me) yesterday.  We're actively seeking out good fit preschools for him (more on that later.)  He's somehow gotten past the making friends and having trouble with social interaction roadblock.  And it seems like now that he's got that figured out, he's really good at it.  He is a super good friend, great at sharing and taking turns.  He still flips out once in a while, but what 3 year old doesn't?

Aidan is amazing me as well.  He's finally picked up the guitar, and hasn't put it down since.  Just like the drums and piano, he just figures stuff out by watching a listening.  We got this silly app on the ipad called Stack the States.  He plays it for fun.  The other day he named 48/50 states on a blank map.  His reading ability is blowing me away.

I feel like the stage is set for a great summer ahead. There may be some changes ahead with jobs and schools, but for now I am reveling in this feeling of contentment and comfort.  We all know how fleeting that feeling can be.  I can't remember where it came from, but the quote "Live the life you love, Love the life you live" popped into my head out of nowhere today.  Done and done.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Let the Revolution Begin

So, again, I am inspired by another Katrina Kenison book.   This time it is Mitten Strings For God.  It's basically a book she wrote when her kids were little, to help her be mindful to SLOW DOWN and simplify.  The writing may be a bit flowery and idealistic, but I get it.


It's really no wonder there is this thing called Sensory Processing Disorder.  And why it seems kids are getting less able to entertain themselves, and why parents seem more stressed.  There is just SO MUCH being thrown at them, at us.

I can remember as a kid having the whole cul-de-sac neighborhood as free reign.  We'd play kick the can, moonlight starlight and capture the flag until the 9:00 siren would go off, and then we knew it was time to go home.  I'm not sure what my parents were doing, but they sure didn't seem worried.  I don't remember having homework until 5th or 6th grade.  (Aidan had homework in kindergarten.)

I feel overwhelmed by how much we are scheduled in doing stuff.  In a story similar to one in Mitten Strings, by the time we got to Halloween this year, my kids had been in their costumes four times at four different events.  And we had skipped two parties.  I was relieved in December when our school decided not to have a Holiday music program this year: one less thing to do.

As I am reading this book, I am realizing that we as a culture are so focused on creating these amazing experiences for our kids, trying to keep them happy, that we are overlooking the real fun of simple, ordinary, everyday life.  We seem to be teaching kids to keep expecting bigger and better, and not letting them just  see what life will just bring to them.

While I've never rented a bouncy castle for a party, I am guilty of this as any other parent.  We went WAY overboard at Christmas this year, and I regretted it.  There are events, parties and other experiences I keep throwing at my kids that they don't need.  But slowly, as I learn to listen to Rowan and recognize the signs of overload, I am learning to say no.  Yep, we went to the birthday party today.  The Aquarium was loud and busy and I spent 20 minutes of it in a quiet, abandoned meeting room.  The old me would have pined away for the fact that Rowan wasn't playing with his friends. The new me saw that he and I were having a nice quiet moment together, and that he had found a pretty nice way to regroup so he could return to the party. (Which he did.)

I am starting a revolution.

First, it starts with assassinating the person who had the idea of putting candy bars by checkout counters.

Then, it moves on to building blanket forts.

Having cereal for dinner more often, so we can play outside together.

More cookie baking.  There will definitely be more cookie baking.

No more t.v. shows with commercials. (Oh, wait, I did that already.)

Dance parties.  Every Saturday.  If we feel like it.

No more than 3 kids invited to birthday parties.

Less stuff at Christmas and more snowmen/ice skating.

I may also assassinate the really annoying sports parents.  You know, the ones who yell at their 7 year old at t-ball games?  Those people have to go.  If my kid wants to build mountains in the dirt in outfield, or pick grass during a soccer game, he can.

Dora?  Also on the assassination list.

Oh, and those people who took Bob the Builder and changed it from a cute show about working together into a show about being naughty and nasty?  On the list.

Also, the people who destroyed Sesame Street.

Okay, maybe I'll stop assassinating people and just bring back Mr. Rogers.

And write a letter to all the people making kids shows and tell them to stop trying to teach my kids so much stuff.  They get plenty of that at school, and from me.  What ever happened to Wile E. Coyote falling off the cliff fifteen times, anyway?

Camping.  More of that.

Important people/characters of the revolution: The kids next door, Skippyjon Jones, The Boxcar Children, Grover, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Pirates, The Laurie Berkner Band, The Barenaked Ladies kid's CD and our dog.

Oh, and I'd like to resolve that when friends stop by, they will frequently find me wearing a superhero cape, a pirate eye patch or acting like a cat/dog.  Important part of the revolution.

Anyway, you get it.  Basically, more of what I had as a child, and less of this pushy business.

Anyone care to join?

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sonshine

We were on a little family hike about a week ago.  It was one of those weird spring days, where the lamb is trying to kick out the lion.  Still snow on the ground, but sunshine lingering later in the day, less need for mittens and hats.  Snow boots weren’t good for keeping out the wet, rain boots weren’t warm enough.  We opted for the latter, our feet were cold.  But we still had fun.  There were so many snowmelt waterfalls to look at and fun patches of slush and mud to pad around in.
While we were hiking along, Dan commented on my mood.
“You seem a lot more upbeat lately.”  He attributed it to a possible job opportunity that I am applying for.
“Nah...really I think it’s really the return of the sun.”
“It’s great to have him back, isn’t it?”
He thought I meant SON.  Or maybe it was one of his cute play on words, which he is good at.
Regardless, I am really confident in Rowan’s progress these days.  Indeed, it does seem like he has returned.  I asked Dan last night, “When was the last time you saw him hit, bite, kick, scratch or throw something?”  He couldn’t remember.  Today Rowan came home all out crabby and whiny.  Lots of things made him mad, things that even a month ago, would have destroyed dinner, left me shaken and unsure of my parenting, and derailed him for the remainder of the night.  Tonight he weathered his bad mood without any meltdowns or tantrums...a true test.  A tickle fight with Dad turned his mood around.
An acquaintance of mine mentionedtoday how the return of spring feels.  “You’re like, Oh thank GOD I made it through again.  Somehow I survived it.”  Amen.  Amen to the sun shining and the son shining.
I know that Rowan is like the seasons, and there is a strong probability of darker times ahead.  For now I will wear my tank top on 60 degree days, turn my face to the light, shed my shoes, and go out and play with sidewalk chalk.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Lamentations

Not normally a cut and paste sort of person, but this was just sent to me, and it is FUN-NEE! Enjoy!

Lamentations of the Father
by Ian Frazier

Laws Concerning Food and Drink
The beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese, you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may eat, but absolutely not in the living room. Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy-cups, you may drink, but not in the living room, neither may you carry such therein. Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of any food or beverage there you may not eat, neither may you drink.
But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may you eat in the living room.

Laws When at Table
And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an abomination to me. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke. Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away. When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order to make noises in it sounding like a duck; for you will be sent away.
When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed, and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the same to you. Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is. And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is why. And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why. Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have said, it has come to pass.

Laws Pertaining to Dessert
For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean, saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert. But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert. But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof. And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.

On Screaming
Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time. If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling, while you point to the offense with the finger of your right hand; but I say to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the server may correct the fault. Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome to you, and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming. Though the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your fingers to your nose. For even now I have made the fish as it should be; behold, I eat of it myself, yet do not die.


Concerning Face and Hands
Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills, that I may more easily wash you off. For the stains are upon you; even to the very back of your head, there is rice thereon. And in the breast pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see. Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I have done.

Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances
Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath water, nor of bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, nor against any building; nor eat sand.
Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done, that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not that humming in your nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book. Indeed, you will drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.

Complaints and Lamentations
O my children, you are disobedient. For when I tell you what you must do, you argue and dispute hotly even to the littlest detail; and when I do not accede, you cry out, and hit and kick. Yes, and even sometimes do you spit, and shout "stupid-head" and other blasphemies, and hit and kick the wall and the molding thereof when you are sent to the corner. And though the law teaches that no one shall be sent to the corner for more minutes than he has years of age, yet I would leave you there all day, so mighty am I in anger. But upon being sent to the corner you ask straightaway, "Can I come out?" and I reply, "No, you may not come out." And again you ask, and again I give the same reply. But when you ask again a third time, then you may come out.
Hear me, O my children, for the bills they kill me. I pay and pay again, even to the twelfth time in a year, and yet again they mount higher than before. For our health, that we may be covered, I give six hundred and twenty talents twelve times in a year; but even this covers not the fifteen hundred deductible for each member of the family within a calendar year. And yet for ordinary visits we still are not covered, nor for many medicines, nor for the teeth within our mouths. Guess not at what rage is in my mind, for surely you cannot know.

For I will come to you at the first of the month and at the fifteenth of the month with the bills and a great whining and moan. And when the month of taxes comes, I will decry the wrong and unfairness of it, and mourn with wine and ashtrays, and rend my receipts. And you shall remember that I am that I am: before, after, and until you are twenty-one. Hear me then, and avoid me in my wrath, O children of me.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

What Can Happen In 8 Minutes

5:30  Dish up tacos.  Kids are playing quietly and nicely in other room (or so you think).

5:31 Your firstborn comes running into the room. "Mom!  Come quick!!"  You sprint into the living room to find your second born has dumped an entire shaker of salt on the couch.  First and second born commence eating the salt.  You run for the vacuum.  At this point, you are still laughing, dinner may still be hot.

5:32 After vacuuming for a few seconds, you realize your second born is missing (understandably, because he is terrified of the vacuum).  You hand off vacuum to your firstborn and run upstairs.  Dinner now warm.  You are still slightly giggling, but concerned.

5:33 Walk into your bedroom to find second born has opened the jar of your expensive face cream (this happened once before around Christmas...WHY didn't I put it out of reach?!!)  About 1/4 is left in the jar, the rest is on the floor or on the child's arms/hands.  Now anger has set in.  Dinner is colder yet.

5:34 Bathroom.  Washing slippery mess off child, who is screaming.  Scold and say cross words.  Leave child with towel to dry hands.  Go clean up floor.  Dinner?

5:35  Hear something hitting floor.  Go into firstborn's bedroom to find that second born has opened two dresser drawers and has emptied both.  He is now flinging the contents across the room, most likely because you scolded him.   Hear actual expletives come out of your mouth directed at child.  Child yells "Don't yell!!"  (Hey...he used his words!)  Dinner, what dinner?  Dog probably stole it off the counter by now.

5:36 Take calming breaths.  Remind yourself of the silver lining:  the vacuum is still on, so at least the firstborn didn't hear the swear words!  Pray that the second born doesn't repeat them in public or at a family gathering.  Remember about dinner.

5:37 Commence downstairs.  Turn off and put away vacuum.  Convince second born that vacuum is done.  Pull self together.

5:38 Cold tacos.  BIG glass of wine.
 

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Overheard #2, parts a.) and b.)

Part a.) - Breakfast for Dinner

Family: God is Great, God is Good, Let us thank Him for our food.  Amen
Dan: I am thankful that Lindi, Azalea and baby Ave came over to play with us today.
Aidan: I am thankful for the whole fun day!
Me: I am thankful for chocolate chip pancakes and my guitar spatula. (Aidan and I were listening to Led Zeppelin, Houses of the Holy, while making pancakes.  And yes, I have a guitar shaped spatula.  Today was the first day I realized its full potential.  Who needs Guitar Hero?)
Dan: Rowan, what are you thankful for?
Rowan: I WANT MORE BACON!
Dan: Please?
Rowan: More bacon, please?
(Dan gives him bacon.)
Me: Rowan, what are you thankful for?
Rowan: Bacon.

Part b.) - Aidan is helpful

Me: Aidan, how does it feel that you were so helpful tonight?
Aidan: Hmm.....proud.
M: I just want to tell you, that no matter what, I love you.  But when you are so extra helpful to me like you were tonight, it makes my heart feel so warm and happy and full of love for you.  You really helped me today, and made my day so much easier.
A: (pauses....) My throat feels like it's going to cry.

Turning Around

I've taken too many of these walks.

I step out into the night air, having slammed the door so hard I heard something fall off the wall.  For a second I don't care, then I feel a huge guilty sob welling up in my chest.  Guilt for having lost it again.  Guilt for yelling.  Guilt for Aidan having to be in the middle of all this chaos.  Guilt for not being able to help Rowan.  Guilt for leaving Dan with a screaming child, who can't seem to go two seconds this evening without biting, hitting, scratching, screaming, or whipping something.  We tried the visual schedule, the squish game, the social stories.  We Skyped Nonnie, hoping she could cheer him up.  Right now I am cursing Dr. Kidd and Tahirih for their stupid strategies that don't do crap.  I feel completely alone.  My heart is breaking for the loss of the mother that I thought I was.  I have stepped into a place of complete despair.  It is a place I am starting to spend too much time in.

I've had a couple of people comment about this blog, saying I have such a great attitude, and am handling things with such grace.  I've got news people, I am human.  I feel rage.  I think about continuing walking and not coming back.  Maybe making a stop at Miller Dwan and checking myself in.

I know better.  I know that when I reach that place of hot anger, I have found the place where Rowan resides during those tough times.  A place of complete loss of control, where emotion rules over reason.  What I can't figure out is, if it is my job to help Rowan get out of that place, who is going to help me?

At some point, even though I don't feel ready, I turn around.  As a return to my house, I see the disco ball spinning in my living room.  My husband has declared a dance party.  I walk in to find smiles and happy giggling.  I don't feel much like dancing.  I go up to my room and cry some more, disappointed in myself, but happy tears as well for that lovely man downstairs who solved the problem in such a simple, awesome way.  I am so happy we don't have to weather this alone.  Dan and I dance this amazing dance, of knowing when the other has had too much, reminding them to step away when they need to.  (I was told to go on the walk.)  It is stressful though, and I admit there is a lot of tension in this house.  The days we've both reached the boiling point are the worst.

This morning he acknowledged that we need to be better about recognizing communicating those moments of "I've had enough," and respecting that need.  Hopefully his moments and my moments offset each other.  Through my own practices of relaxing, breathing, and putting myself in a time out (going for a walk), Rowan will see healthy ways of dealing with anger.

Supposedly, Rowan has "goat trails" between the center of his brain that has strong emotional reactions and the part of his brain that makes judgements.  (According to Tahirih, who really does rock.  And Dr. Kidd too, who gave us great ideas.)  It takes a while to build a superhighway where a goat trail is now.  Patience and perseverance will help.  A dance party once in a while might help too.  I have a right to feel angry once in a while, I'll try to forgive myself for that.  And I know that even though I am not always the mom I want to be, perhaps after getting through this I will be a better person.  And so will Rowan.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Yep, I started a new blog

Inspired by a book I'm reading and inspired by a friend, I decided to start blogging again. Plus a couple people on facebook told me they think I'm funny and they like my writing. And I have more to say than 420 characters will allow me most of the time.

My old blog can be viewed at www.aidanandrowan.blogspot.com. I started a different one because 1.) Gmail is dumb and it won't let me in for some reason, and 2.) My parenting journey has taking some interesting turns.

You know how sometimes you pick up a book and start reading it at the right time? The Gift of an Ordinary Day by Katrina Kenison is that book for me right now. Amidst the whirlwind storm of juggling kids, jobs, food allergies, cold and flu season and mainly Rowan's sensory processing disorder, this book has reminded me the most helpful thing I can do is be present. I am slowing down. I am becoming more accepting of what has been handed to me. I am taking more time to breathe, and play.

Up to this point, I've been fighting against Rowan's diagnosis last year of sensory processing disorder. I was forgetting to live with it and learn from it. A quote from Kenison's book sums up my new attitude, and named this new blog: "Our children drop into our neat, tightly governed lives like small rowdy Buddhist masters, each of them sent to teach us the hard lessons we most need to learn." (Credited to Jon Kabat-Zinn.)

So, I'm navigating the turns with a new resolve to learn and be present. Writing will help me stay accountable to that. And if I can share it, why not?

I think much of this blog will focus on the journey with SPD, peppered with the fun that Aidan and Rowan bring to my life every day. I hope you enjoy reading it.