Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Progress Report
Annual review time. At school, Builder has had a great year; academically and socially. It is the first year I haven't talked to the principal on a weekly basis...so I believe it. It is is wild to think of the different boy we see. Luckily the school hasn't seen any of the behaviors we have in our home. Excellent...I guess. Of course, we are thrilled to hear he is doing well. But...what's up with that? Are you kidding me??? He can hold it together there and not here...really? Apparently, this is typical of "these kids" to quote a favored doc of mine. He hears that all the time. Kids are fine at school and at home they are a challenge. OK...so, this explains why other moms say how nice, sweet, and kind our kids are and gently offer advice on how to handle them. Raising my eyebrows and tilting my head, I always just nod and say yeahhh... What I should do is hand out passes to the nightly show that is most likely going to occur that evening at dusk. Apparently, the show must go on if that is what it takes for the release of the enormous pressure these children feel to keep it together for eight hours. As parents, we are ringmasters, tiger tamers, and high wire walkers.
Monday, February 23, 2009
It Keeps Getting Better?
In the car, jamming to tunes without children in the back, and I hear Christina's newer song, "Keeps Getting Better". Got me thinking...does it keep getting better?
It actually feels like everyday I am living the math problem from fourth grade. It goes like this, "the snail goes up the well 2 feet everyday, and at night the snail slides back down 1 foot; how long until the snail gets out of the well?" I have purposely omitted how deep the well is...because who knows how super deep this well is we are in!!! I'm actually surprised we are still able to breathe some days.
So, at any rate, some days "I'm a super Mom" and other days "I'm a super...not so stellar mom". On the good days, I think, "I can do this, have been doing it and there is progress." On the bad days I think, "I can't possibly do this one more minute, he will never get it." And at night, we discuss strategies and evaluate the progress.
He is now just primarily verbally aggressive instead of physically. The horrible daily tantrums are minor and less destructive. Progress? I guess. Still feels like sliding down the well to me. But, I need to hang on to the mantra "Keeps Getting Better." Without it, there's no way the snail is getting out.
It actually feels like everyday I am living the math problem from fourth grade. It goes like this, "the snail goes up the well 2 feet everyday, and at night the snail slides back down 1 foot; how long until the snail gets out of the well?" I have purposely omitted how deep the well is...because who knows how super deep this well is we are in!!! I'm actually surprised we are still able to breathe some days.
So, at any rate, some days "I'm a super Mom" and other days "I'm a super...not so stellar mom". On the good days, I think, "I can do this, have been doing it and there is progress." On the bad days I think, "I can't possibly do this one more minute, he will never get it." And at night, we discuss strategies and evaluate the progress.
He is now just primarily verbally aggressive instead of physically. The horrible daily tantrums are minor and less destructive. Progress? I guess. Still feels like sliding down the well to me. But, I need to hang on to the mantra "Keeps Getting Better." Without it, there's no way the snail is getting out.
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