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Hello, let’s talk mainstreaming

Hello my lovelies! It’s been a while since we’ve talked. Never fear, I’m still writing.

I started taking writing classes and it is definitely keeping me on my toes. It has a secondary affect, which could have been adverse. My 11 yr old son is being mainstreamed in English Language Arts (ELA) and math. I am hopeless with math, but English? Who Ohio! I’ve got a degree in that!

This is important. If you have a child going from Special Ed to Mainstream you need to listen carefully.

His teachers are phenomenal. But most classes in the SDP range are focused on reading, writing and spelling. Parts of speech, well… So we have a child that has fought his way through everything and is ready to cross the threshold hold but doesn’t know half of what’s being asked of him. Not because he’s dumb. Not because of bad teachers. But because the program that got him this far didn’t teach him those particular things.

He also has a problem with short term memory. Don’t feel bad though, his brain goes so super fast, he’s able to convert to long term memory. It might take him a bit, but he’s able to do it. Pre Mommy taking classes it was no problem.

With me taking classes it is a problem. There’s only so much time in the day. Also, my kid will be a turkey with me:crying, pouting, fit throwing, you know the drill. Our kids will push us to our limits of patience, but will be perfect angels for everyone else. This just childhood, nothing to do with dyspraxia.

But a tutor? And a person he already loves to death? Who also happens to be card carrying member of the Grammar Police? Oh yes, that will do. That will do nicely, thank you very much. No crying, no fits, just lots of learning. And that is a wonderful thing.

Now, I’m off to do your own homework. Ack! I promise, tho, no crying… well. I won’t throw a fit…. no. I promise to do my homework. How’s that?

Melancholy

Today I’m feeling a little bit melancholy.

My son is growing up.

I know this not a great, big surprise because that’s what children do. But with his dyspraxia some milestones took longer than for other kids. Walking, talking, socializing, self feeding, all sort of things took longer. In other words, I got to hold him closer to me for longer.

Now, it’s starting to be time to let him pull a way just a little bit.

Three (possibly 4, but I think 3) years ago today was the first time I left him alone with my father. Dad is currently 87 (and more spry than me!). At the time, princeling didn’t talk very much, and what he did say was often unintelligible. I left them together so I could go buy my Nook on special for $ 79 (which was for the plain old one… scored the HD version today for same price!). I really wanted one, and access to the free books. And to not have to drive so freaking long to get a new book. So my dad (whom we live with), sat back in the bedroom and watched my son play video games for the hour and a half it took me to get down there, do what I needed to and come back. There was no way in %^&* that I would have taken princeling out that day— couldn’t talk, too friendly, apt to walk off with total strangers without a peep.

Not so very long ago, I also had to build all of his Lego’s. We had many sets, but at the time, he loved the Hero Factory line. Think snap together dolls for boys. He loved them. So I built them. Boy, did I build them.

Today, we *both* went to Barnes and Nobles to pick up the new nook (Merry Christmas Mommy!). I had told him he could go look at the Lego’s while I talked with the nook lady, and I’d get him some. He did. He stayed right where I put him, again, and proved that he could be left alone for short bursts of time. He even told two ladies shopping for their grandsons that they were buying their Lego Guys wrong– and they thought he was adorable and helpful.

They actually appreciated his help.

When we got home, he started building his Hero Factory guys. All by himself.

And I miss it.

I miss him.

But that’s ok. It’s my job to give him wings, not to clip them no matter what his diagnosis. So I let him tell ladies all about Lego’s and answer their questions. And I let him build his guys all by himself.

And take lots of pictures.

 

If you’d like to know more about Dyspraxia, a neurological condition that affects 1 in 10,  check out the website Dyspraxia USA or check them out on Facebook

 

 

For my faithful readers, I’ll have a review up tomorrow and possibly even a writing related post on Sunday. Four day weekends are the best!