Cursive No More

This year my eldest son will be learning cursive or script handwriting. His little sister has already learned how to write her name and is super excited about it. The fact that she has her brother beat is even more of an ego boost for her.

In any case, N will learn that this year. We were talking about it and he tells me N - "Mama, Why do I need to learn that?"
my response was that "It's mandatory. One day you will need it to sign contracts or checks." then we get into a back and forth.

N: Well why can't I just write my name or do it on the computer? It's hard for me.
Me: Because it's what the school needs you to learn and what if someone needs the actual signature, you can't do that on the computer. (He grimaces at me)
N: Yes, Mama the computer can do the cursive for you. (As if I didn't know this)
Me: Well, that's like cheating.
N: Oh, are you sure that's cheating?
Me: That what the school needs you to learn.
N: Seems like cursive is a waist of time. Everyone uses computers now.

At this point, I was running out of responses so I ended it with the famous mom answer "Because that's just the way it is" and he gave me a look and moved on. He knew that this was the comment I make when I have had enough of his questions. I can't disagree with him, even your bills can be paid online, making checks a thing of the past and me a relic for still writing them.

This is just one of the many banters we have on a daily basis. N’s an inquisitive kid, he questions  everything and we are both smarter because of it.

We are blessed for sure!

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Back to School already?!

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The start of the morning was the same as it has been all summer, kids crawling into our bed, wanting extra cuddles and trying to get a bit more sleep. My daughter and my oldest boy starting looking for a way around going to school. As if there was a way out of it. With all the energy I could muster at 5:45 am I said “OH NO! It’s first day of school and we are not starting the year off wrong. Happy faces and lets get going.” My youngest son however, ignored the siren alarms of his clocks. When I walked in, he went and turned off his light and said “It’s too early and I too tired. I going back to sleep.” Eventually, I was able to evict him from his room and get the day started.

Even with a daily chart that lists EVERYTHING he is supposed to do, N just couldn’t get going or didn’t want to. He wanted to have a debate on what he wanted to now wear and a discussion on how the girls were going to love him this year. LOL! To which my response was “Ummm, NO!” And I moved him along to the bathroom to complete his am routine. He cracks me up. We took our first day of school pictures.  I couldn’t fit it in but in addition to his wanting to be a veterinarian, he wants to be a paleontologist. I reminded him that school was the way to get there. After breakfast, he danced and hopped in the car to make a start for a brand new year but not until he blew me a kiss and said “Make good changes in the world.” Oh my heart loves him so.

My daughter, who is almost always the first to be dressed was ready to go and looked dazzling this am. There was a bit of whinnying but she slowly started to show her joy about the start of the school year. She looked so cute,  wearing her frilly skirt and laced top. Ready to take on the school and show them what she’s got. She couldn’t be happier.  I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said to no surprise “Artist and MARINE” That last part was a surprise but I think her father coached her into saying it, so I didn’t add it to the board. We had breakfast, did our morning group dance and off we went for drop off. I love dancing with them all in the morning but she looked so happy it was contagious.

Dad would take care of drop off for my daughter and oldest son, while I got E ready for his drop off. He didn’t want to eat breakfast so that would be a meal he would have in the car. He happily allowed me to take a picture and insisted on how to take the group shot. He is an awesome little boy. Then he fought a bit about what sneakers he would wear but he surrendered once we told him that the old sneakers were dirty. We danced to his favorite song from Bon Jovi “You Give Love a Bad Name” and off we went.

On the way there, E asked me “Mama, Am i going to Mr. M?” I assured him he was not going back to that old school and would never see Mr. M again. I could sense his fear as we drove to school. He asked again “Mama, Am i going to my old school?” I again assured him that he was going with the “Nice teacher, Mrs. Lewis” As we approached the road to his school, he said “I think I remember this school” and I just did my best to keep reassuring him that he was going to be okay. That I would NEVER let him go back to that school. We drove up to the drop off and he refused to get out even with me at the door.  As the teacher walked over, I told the teacher that he needed to see her and what he was experiencing. When he saw her, he allowed the door to stay unlocked, I opened the door and he let out a sigh of relief and said “High five Mrs. Lewis?” She gave him that high five and told him he would be okay. With all the things he forgets, this wasn’t an experience easily forgotten. I wanted to cry. Even as I write this I want to cry. What he must have suffered to still fear that place and that man. And when think I played a part in it, it just tears at me. He put his book bag on, walked over to give me a kiss and said “Bye Mama” smiled his big smile and disappeared behind the door. My sweet ‘possum.

My daughter had asked me if I was going to be happy with them going back to school and though I joke with them, I told her “Mama likes when you go to school because I know you are learning and able to play with friends but Mama will also miss you because I love having you near too.”  It isn’t easy leaving them in the hands of others. Especially after the year E had last school year. He isn’t the only one that has to learn to trust again. I just keep praying for a better outcome while vigantly doing my best to keep them all safe.

Here is to hoping and praying that they have a safe and happy school year.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Seeing the changes

Some of my readers know, I have been struggling with my youngest son, E and his school. We felt as though he was not receiving the proper education he deserved or that he was being treated improperly. Not abuse, but lack of skill, knowledge and passion still made it traumatic. Socially and academically he was not thriving in his school. He hated going. Being constantly shoved in a "Quiet Room" did NOT exactly help build a strong bond with the teacher and the room assistants, as well as the school administration.

We were constantly getting calls from the school about his behaviors but we assumed he was getting some work done. To the point that when the phone rang, my husband and I would immediately stress out. The teacher never communicated enough with us about how we can advance him academically or even with the specifics to what they were dealing with unless it was related to negative behaviors. I was always the one asking for homework or for insight on his day. Communications were only about his behavior through app messaging (requested by me) or mandatory paperwork. The avoidance got to be so much in the classroom that my son wasn't learning at all. However, I didn't know this until the 3rd quarter progress report came in. We just assumed he was getting some of the work done. Six months had past and he was losing all that he had gained.

Very quickly, I made an appointment to speak with the school principal to discuss my concerns and she seemed shocked that I was complaining about the teacher and that my child with said teacher was not thriving. Believe it or not, she then told me, I wasn't the only parent with this concern and she isn't exactly aware of what is going on in that classroom. She said she was "in the dark." THE PRINCIPAL. She said she would get back to me. Could you imagine? It felt as though she was blowing me off. I left that meeting with such frustration and anger about the lack of passion she showed that I put a call into the school district.

Finally, the staff in special services at the district office came through for us, removed him from the school and transferred him to another. We were so happy about this. I believe my son suffered some level of trauma while in their care, which built distrust with those from that school. They weren't going to get anything accomplished with him. The move gave us hope that with a new slate, E could finally begin to learn and to love learning. Only a few weeks in and we can already see some positive changes. The teacher communicates regularly with us. Shares not just the failures of the day but also his successes. E shares with us small details of his day in a positive light.

The other night E was using a small learn and play computer, he said he was doing "Homework". He was getting the answers right and asking for help when he was not sure. I was so proud of him. Then to my surprise, he asked for a desk so that he could do more homework. I mentioned to him that in order to do that, I would have to get rid of his Rocket tent and asked if he was really okay with that. E loves this tent. There are nights he prefers to sleep in the tent versus his own comfy bed. So when he said "yes" I cried because that was his way of letting me know, he is enjoying learning.

Don't get me wrong,I know the E still has a long way to go. We are still dealing with behaviors but he is working through them. He is capable. For him to be in the care of others who believe in his potential, who have the training and passion to help him achieve all that he is capable of, well that is just like bringing sight to a blind man. We can't wait to see what is to come.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

End of school year is here

So as the panic sets in and I realize that the school year is coming to an end, I am scrambling to find things for the kids to do while also dealing with the emotional battle of watching my babies grow-up and having to let them do so. I just keep hearing Moana singing in my head,  🎶 Let it goooo...🎶 It's hard but I am trying to do my best to loosen the reigns this summer.

The twins have finished their 4K program and will be moving on next year to KINDERGARTEN. We had hoped that E would be in a typical classroom for kindergarten but he’s just not there yet behaviorally.  Thankfully, he will be following a typical kindergarten program but not participating in one full day.   He will spend part of his day in CC1 classroom and the remainder of his day will be in typical group settings.  It was hard to accept but I know that his teacher and the staff worked really hard with him these past two years.  I can see so much improvement in so much of what he does. He has especially come far with his speech and attention.

Sister E will be going to the same school as eldest brother N next year though she is torn. She loves that she is going to kindergarten and that she will be taking the bus with big brother. However, she feels sad that she won’t be with her “baby brother” E at the playground. She asked me if it was because of the autism (She is so smart) and I said yes. After, she responded with “I hate the autism!” I just didn’t know how to respond other than telling her we would be working extra hard with him so that we can get him back to their school. But if he doesn’t it was okay for them to have separate lives so long as they always made time for each other. She “seemed” okay with that.

Just a note: We have tried to explain to her that she was the last to be born but she still insists that he is the baby. So we just let her call him “Baby Brother” now.  In any case, she will be attending a half-day camp throughout the entire summer which makes us all happy. She can be a bit of a spirited child. 🤣

Truthfully, we will be pushing E this summer to get those ABC’s down, numbers, listening skills and increasing sitting time while reducing his impulsivity. Sadly, there are not nearly enough activities or camps specifically for Autistic children of his age in our area. His teacher teaches camp for two weeks over summer but that’s about all he will be getting. So we will be making the effort to get out more with him and peer play as well. 

Soon N will be completing his school year as well and we look forward to taking him to new places to explore the outdoors. We are seeking to encourage his love of adventure and creatures of all kinds. We promised him that he could pick the places, within reason of course. He wants to go to Africa but that isn’t happening this summer. He dreams big and we love it. I can’t believe he is going into second grade already. Time flies! He is super excited while still expressing some nervousness about what is to come. Lets face it, he's a worrier and it unfortunately is what he does. We just continue to help him through his many fears and worries. He has been doing great and we expect him to continue along this path in the years to come. He will spend the summer taking soccer, zoo camp and hanging out with friends.

We are so proud of our babies and how far they have come. They each are special in their own ways. Though each have their own unique challenges, I wouldn't change my life at all. Okay, maybe I would want a bit more sleep and a lot less laundry but since they are a package deal, I take it all. 

This is going to be a great summer for us all.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication, anything is possible!