Category: Parenting
Dear world: It isn’t misbehaving. It isn’t hyperactivity. It isn’t too much candy. Or too much soda. Or too little discipline.
It’s called coping.
It’s called an autistic brain coping with this incompatible world the best way that it can.
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My typical kids have a mean mom, though. It’s summer time. Time for sun, dirt, bugs, fish. Time to sweat and drink lukewarm water and get sticky with homemade popsicles. NOT a time to sit and stare at a screen for hours.
I came across an article this weekend that suggested that nearly 10,000 toddlers are on medication for ADHD.
TODDLERS.
Here is the quote from the article in the New York Times:
That is, until this week.
Sigh.
I don’t know if he has spring fever or what. I just know that this week has been horrible – he punched a boy (who was bullying him) in the eye- twice because the kid punched him back and then it was ON, he was removed from the classroom twice, he’s had two full days where he refused to work at all…
It was BRILLIANT. It was FUNNY. It was PROFOUND.
Here is your mission this Mother’s Day weekend:
Go see this movie.
You will NOT be sorry.
All week long, I’ve prepared Scott for the inevitable fact that he will wear a shirt and tie to school today. All week long he’s informed me that he will NOT wear a shirt and tie to school today.
This morning, I allowed 15 extra minutes and got out the clothes from which I would allow him to choose and he melted down. Clothes went everywhere. Tears fell. Beds were kicked. Pillows thrown. Choices given.
This week, the author interviewed is a children’s book author, and her book is a Christian Children’s Book that comes with resources. It also has a curriculum with it. Knowing my Hallee the Homemaker audience, I knew you’d love this interview and would want a chance to win this book…
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Yesterday, on my main Facebook and on my Hallee the Homemaker Facebook, I posted this:
Ode to the mother of the autistic child who’s had every schedule in his life obliterated by the Christmas holiday and a continuous succession of snow days…
My parents were high school sweethearts. If you’d have asked my mom, when she was 17, what she wanted to be when she grew up, her answer was, “Bill’s wife.” Their high school year books are filled with references to their relationship. “Have a good summer! Good luck with you and Bill!” They’ve been married 45 years, have four children, and seven grandchildren. Somehow, they managed to create a functional, Godly home amongst the cultural revolution of the 70’s and 80’s.
