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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?

Writing Cheer Leaders

OK, so I realize I’ve been lax over here. In my defense, I have been writing. YAY me!

My son asked me what I was writing, so I told him. I now have a seven year old cheerleader who wants me to write this book soooo badly (“Finally you’re writing something COOL”). He gives me plot ideas, and staging directions (the demons need to have purple swords, like a lego sword, mommy). He asks me what I’m writing (I don’t tell him most of it– I do write adult fantasy fiction), how much I’ve completed and lots and lots and lots of questions.

Today I actually sat down and plotted part of it out. It’s not an outline by any sense of the word. More of a collection of scenes that I know I need in the story, with snatches of dialog, thoughts, etc. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve sat down and plotted like this? I think it was the last time I completed Nano (10 years ago?). 

Wow.

There have been short stories, but no novel/novellas.

Involving my son did so much for me. Not only am I sharing something I love with him, he actually
“gets” it when Mommy is typing away at her laptop. “Are you writing Mommy? How far have you gone today?” And I admit it, it is ridiculously gratifying when he’s impressed with my measly word count. He is seven, after all. Plus, he actually will let me write, instead of interupting me constantly. He knows what I’m doing, I’ve done it with him (transcribing video game stories of a seven year old is HILARIOUS!) and he enjoys it and knows the feeling of completion when it’s done.

But for seven he sure knows how to both give me a shot of inspiration and a kick in the butt at the same time. Do you have anyone that fills that function for you?

I’m off to make a word count…

Cheers!