First of all, I want to thank so many of you for the wonderful feedback, support, and messages concerning my blog post last week about my son, Jack. Sharing was scary at first, but it turned out to be very therapeutic. I may continue to share things on my blog from time to time about him or tips that work/don’t work… just giving you a heads up =)
We went to the zoo this week for Maggie’s field trip. She rode a camel and named it ‘Puddin.’ On the way down there I found out Jack likes the song, “Good Vibrations” by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch…who knew?
Jack’s testing is finished and we should be meeting to discuss it next week. He’s already taken an IQ test with his therapist (well, most of it…he shut down before he finished all of it) but from the responses he had given, his score was high. I’m not sure how the school’s assessment will come out.
Why does it matter to me?
BUT it kinda does.
I KNOW he’s smart, like not in the normal school way- certainly not because he makes good grades or can read or anything important like that.
I know he’s smart because of the things he says and sees- the questions he asks…the connections he makes.
I know my kid and I know he’s smart.
So then why do I care what a test says on one particular day at a particular time with a particular person?
I guess because I want something that lets people in his life know, the people who don’t REALLY know him that he isn’t some hyper, daydreaming, lost kid. I want a piece of paper that says:
Dear So and So,
HE IS SMART!
Even if he doesn’t listen to you, or look like he cares, or learns anything useful…HE IS SMART. Somewhere inside himself…he is smart and may very well grow up and be able to do something amazing.
Does it make me petty to care what the test says?
maybe a little.
BUT no matter what the test says, I know the truth.
I have to remind myself all the time that it doesn’t matter what other people think, it only matters what he thinks, what we think…what the people who truly know him think.
Ok, so moving on…
How cute are my new shoes?
They arrived in this Chocolatica’s Milk Carton…so cute.
I got mixed reviews. People either LOVEd them or didn’t understand them.
Before I go,
I will leave you with this nugget:
After the zoo and after Mellow Mushroom, I had promised Jack that we would go to Krispy Kreme and see how the donuts are made. Only, as I entered the donut shop, I realized it wasn’t the one that has windows where you can watch the donuts being made. I had gotten mixed up and took him to the wrong one and the right one was 45 minutes away, in the opposite direction from the way we were going. I knew instantly it was going to go badly.
Jack looked around and started to cry, he began losing it almost immediately. He laid in the entrance and yelled that I had lied and that he wanted to see how they make the donuts. He repeated it over and over. Full meltdown mode. I had my husband quickly take him to the car (whenever possible, removal from the trigger is best). I came out and talked to him about his disappointment and we eventually came to an agreement.
But here’s the thing about kids like mine. You cannot promise something and back out or change plans. You can’t expect them to understand “unforeseen occurrences.” You can’t expect them to “get over it.” I’ve worked with Jack on his mantra, “Go with the flow” and sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn’t.
This time, we got through it, just barely.
As we drove down the road, he announced that he would not be eating any Krispy Kreme donuts. He said he will only eat Dunkin Donuts and asked if I could find one. I told him that I didn’t think there was one on the way home, but that I would watch just in case. As we topped the hill going through another town, low and behold a Dunkin Donuts! My husband whispered for me to just keep going, that we already had donuts and that Jack would get over it. I mean, he hadn’t even seen it yet.
I pulled in. Jack was ecstatic. He ordered plain donuts. How many? 68. I said no, he said 6. I said yes. As we walked out, he rubbed his hand over the top of the box and said, “nothing like Dunkin Donuts, just like home. So good.”