Posts Tagged ‘communication’

Field trip! Field trip!

I had the privilege of chaperoning the 5th grade field trip to Philadelphia. I admit that I was dreading it at first… a bus ride with 40 5th graders?  No way!

But it was a good trip.  It helped that we raised money to charter a luxury tour bus!

The best part of all was that I got to make some memories with my boy.

I witnessed first-hand the compassion and acceptance of his classmates.  When we arrived at our destination, Philip began to stim– flap his hands and vocalize “EEEEE!”.  This is unusual for him to do at school or at school functions, so I knew he was overwhelmed.

His classmates weren’t phased one bit!  No judgment. I did mention that he was overwhelmed, and one boy tried to help him find a quiet space. Wow.

Once my son climbed up the base of a statue to pose for a group picture.  He didn’t know how to get down.  Two 5th-graders offered their hands for him to hold so he could jump.  Then they went about business as usual.  Again, wow.

Yet another classmate sat with my son at lunch and tried to strike up a conversation. He reminded Philip to make eye contact and stuck with him for the whole lunch break. 🙂 Wow!

I will miss these kids next year, as my boy will go to a different middle school.  (YIKES.)  Two of the kids let me know that he will be missed– and one told me that Philip could definitly handle their “regular” middle school if I changed my mind.  Awwww. I wish that our “regular” middle school had the support he needs.

I was very impressed by my son’s emerging ability to self-regulate.  He has always sought pressure on his jaw and chin.  At a gift shop, he saw hacky sacks.  He ran to the bin, picked one, asked me for money, and then went to the register and paid for it all by himself.  Then he used it to give pressure to his chin and jaw.

Wow, wow, wow.  And he didn’t even lose the hacky sack!

My favorite moment, just between the two of us, was walking in a park together.  I told him that I was proud of him and that I loved him very much.

“I love you too, mom.”

Then we both said, “Awwwww!” and put our arms around each other.

What a great day.  My boy is growing up.  Although I am nervous about next year, I am happy that he is maturing and beginning to take care of himself.  I am grateful that he has had classmates who accept and welcome him.

It was a great day indeed.

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My boy takes care of me

So,  for the second time, I sprained my right ankle and bruised my left knee.

Yes, once again, a kid’s shoe was at the bottom of a step.  So I didn’t see it, stepped on it with said right foot, fell down on my left knee, and almost passed out from the pain. Then I gave a speech about the importance of putting away shoes as I laid on the floor.  I struggled to get up, then had to sit down because I was blacking out.

Same place, same scenario, for the second time.  Only this time I tripped over my daughter’s cowboy boots.  Last time it was my son’s sneakers.

But the bright side?  My boy noticed and tried to come to my rescue.

For the first time.

First, he ran out to the back yard and got my hubby. Then, he came to me, rubbed my arm, and said, “Awww, Mom, we have to get you to the hospital.”  I explained that it wasn’t that bad, that I was a pro and knew how to take care of my ankle and knee.  I gave a speech about putting away the darn shoes and then hobbled around finding the ace bandage while my husband got me an ice pack.

As I was elevating my foot (using the RICE method: Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation… very well known to me by now), Philip came and sat with me in the recliner.  He put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder.

(Of course, I had to call to my husband and ask him to take a picture… so I could blog about this.  And then I had to erase the background to hide the mess, LOL.)

After cuddling for a while, Philip said, “I’ll be right back!” and went out of the room.

And indeed he was “right back,” with a plate of grapes and a cup of orange juice.  “I’ll help you feel better, mom.”

And he did.

It was a landmark day for us.  Not because it was the second third fourth time I’ve sprained my right ankle since we moved into this house 4 years ago, but because it was the first time my son gave me TLC verbally and physically.  He’s  just breaking stereotypes all over the place!

Notes

“There are jelly bird eggs on the right in front of the house, birds!”

Photo by Maria Corcacas

This was the note that I came home to a couple of days ago.

My mother-in-law had given us two bags of jelly beans.  One bag was called “jelly bird eggs.”  Philip, being literal, and finding his sense of humor, scattered the jelly bird eggs and left a note for the birds to read.  Just in case they were interested, I suppose.

The eggs are still there, to his disappointment.  I’m hoping that they dissolve in this rain we’ve been having lately– then maybe he’d think that the birds finally ate their snack.

Photo by Jyn Meyer

Yes, since discovering that magnets stick to our front door, my son has been writing notes for birds.

And for us.

“Dear Dad,

Please check your room for the video game controller.  If it’s not there, check the basement.

Love,

Philip.”

Foiled again! He knows where we hide the darn thing!

“Mom, please tell Dad not to tell me no video games.”

I think there’s a theme here.

Now he’s writing notes in his home/ school TSS communication book.  (Find out what a TSS is here.)  It’s meant for parents and TSS’s, but Philip wanted to add his two cents.  Since he has been having “green days” lately (meaning “no behavior issues”), he has written notes to his TSS’s:

Thanks for me staying on green!  🙂 Philip 🙂

I’m loving this communication.    I am fascinated by reading what he is thinking.  I’m hoping for more.  And more and more and more!