Archive March 2011

The Simple Things Can Be Hard Too

I have a cold. One of those monsters that makes your teeth hurt, eyes burn, and sinuses take on a life of their own. It also makes for a tired and cranky mommy, who since Peter, the master of nighttime ceremonies around here, is out of town, must nonetheless must dig deep, put on a smile and get the boys to sleep.

Alec, as youngest, is first. While he settles into bed, and I help arrange the covers, I explain that I shouldn't get too close because I have a cold and don't want to get him sick too.

"I want to be sick!" he declares.

Why would you want to be sick? Being sick is no fun.

"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO. TO. SCHOOL!!" he yells into the dark.

This is a common refrain at bedtime. Prepping for sleep is the signal that a new day is on the horizon. A new day to handle all the demands of the outside world. Nighttime brings on worries of managing that day. He struggles. His mind spins. Each night we sit with him. Lately, we sit until he is asleep. That seems to be the only way to quiet the worries enough to allow sleep to come. Tonight a simple thing like my cold took the anxiety of the whole process up 10 notches.

I crawl into bed next to him and try to keep a small, germ-free zone between us. He drapes a blanket across my back. The plan, he says, is to charge it up with germs so he can get sick too. Ok, I'm not breathing on the blanket, I think, he should be fine. I'll let him think he's getting my germs. Maybe that will help him settle.

He quiets down a bit. My nose is running like crazy, so I risk leaving before he's asleep.  I tell him I need to go now, but I will check on him later. "Ok," he says.

Relief. Maybe it will work this time. Maybe he will fall asleep on his own!

No such luck. I hear mumbles from his room. More declarations that he will never go to school again. That he WILL get sick too. 

*Sigh*

I go to sit at the computer in the area outside his room, hoping for that silence that means he's finally asleep.  I'm surfing the web, sniffling, and impatiently tapping my foot, when Connor comes up to me, "Mommy, I think that can wait till tomorrow."  (I'm scanning FB) What? I say, distractedly. "That doesn't look crucial to me and you need to go to bed. It can wait." All this he says with the calm wisdom of someone much, much, older. 

Wow. Here's my 11year old seeing it all and trying to take care of me. I want to cry for my little one whose brain won't let him relax and sleep, and my big one who has grown up so fast and sees so much because of this autism that entered our world.

I thank Connor for being so sweet and send him off to bed, assuring him that as soon as Alec is asleep, I will head to bed myself.

That's when I hear crying from Alec's room. He's gone from wanting my germs, to panic that maybe he actually got them and is sick.

"I don't want to be sick!"

Oh, honey, you aren't sick. And if you get sick, I'll take such good care of you. It's only a simple cold. It will be gone in a day or two. It's ok.

He starts drilling me on symptoms. Do you have a fever? Does your tummy hurt?

No, no, I assure him. It's just a simple cold. It will go away soon. It's ok.

But, I know it isn't simple for him. A little thing like my cold has gotten twisted up in his anxiety over sleeping and the coming of a new day. I want to help. I want to make it all go away. But, I'm tired and cranky. I'm not on top of my game tonight. Now, 2 hours into the bedtime ordeal, I'm desperate. "Alec, please go to sleep, " I plead.

"I'm trying. It's hard." he whispers.

"I know, baby."

I know.

Homeschooling - Ready, set, um... how do I do this?

(Note on recent blog neglect: Yeah. I kinda let that cancer story stop. In all honesty, the retelling brought up too much stuff that I wasn't ready to relive. Perhaps another day.)  

In the months since my last post, The Life has shifted yet again and another adventure has started. We are now homeschooling Connor! This is honestly something I never imagined I would tackle, but that's life, isn't it? New directions you'd never thought you'd take, but the situation leaves you little choice. 

We've been struggling with Connor's education for awhile. He is a smart little bugger and has been desperately bored by the traditional offerings at school. Heck, I've been desperately bored by the stuff I've seen coming home with him every day. That isn't to say that he hasn't had amazing teachers and lessons here and there, but those flashes of brilliance haven't been enough to keep him going. So, we jumped, and now I'm a homeschooling mama. The only trouble is, I've never done this before, and it quickly became apparent that I have a lot to learn.

Monday was the start date and I spent the weekend drawing up lesson plans, pouring over the school district's curriculum, and his textbooks, trying to puzzle out what we needed to cover and how I would present the material. Little did I know that Connor would be teaching me!

Monday was a crazy since the roof sprung a very dramatic leak and literally buckets of water came pouring through the ceiling.

Tuesday then became the first real day of homeschooling. I came up with the idea that we would do current events in the morning and focus on the uprisings in the Middle East. What better way to work on Geography, Politics, Economics, etc...  , right? Exactly. 

I printed off maps of the region and had him start by getting out his school atlas and labeling all the countries and their capitals. 

HUGE EYE ROLL.

MAJOR SIGH. 

And I hear him mutter...

"This is just like school. Only worse, because my friends aren't here." 

I sat there a moment just staring at him, stunned. Stunned, not because he was being rude or negative, but stunned because he was so completely right. Who of us can honestly say that we would try to learn about a region by pulling out a blank map and making ourselves fill in all the missing place names? It's absurd. Not only would you not remember any of it, you too would curse the pointlessness of the busywork. 

I grabbed the map out of his hands and told him to follow me to the computer. We pulled up the Aljazerra English website to see what was happening right then. First article to attract Connor's interest? One with a map detailing who currently controlled the major cities in Libya and which ones were the focus of battles between the rebels and Gaddafi's forces. 

Connor's reaction? "Now, that's an interesting map!"

New plan. I got my blank maps back out and suggested we track the action in a similar way. Connor decided to color code the cities with push pins. Every couple of days we'll update our map based on events in Libya. 

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While we were at it, Connor thought we should track the uprisings in the rest of the region. Now we had a REAL reason to label that map. Another coding system - yellow for rumblings of unrest, red for outright rebellion, and green for Egypt where the president was ousted. 

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For now, the textbooks, worksheets, and lesson plans have been packed away. As Connor said to me, this whole homeschooling thing is supposed to "be different." I can't take the same formula used in school and expect a different result just because we're at home. Instead, I have to focus on this amazing kid who loves learning but hates school. I have to help him dive right in and explore without sucking the life out of it.

I'm learning. 

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