The Boy is reading.
READING
A BOOK
My boy is READING A BOOK!
WOW! I didn't know if I'd ever type that sentence. And it is amazing, awesome, wonderful, any and all of those adjectives. I am truly astounded. And honestly, a little bit relieved. I have been telling anyone who would listen for the past 2 years that my boy would learn to read. I didn't care it if took until he was 10 or 20 or 30, my boy would read. I knew he was capable, we just had to figure out how to teach him.
A year ago he was no where near ready for this. Oh, we tried. How we tried. We worked on phonics for 2 years. But he just never got it. Phonics was not working for him. At all. He knew the sounds of the letters, he just couldn't translate that into sounding out words. It was frustrating. Very frustrating. For everyone involved.
With the switch to the new school, we switched to a sight reading program. After all, The Boy has a memory like a steel trap. He forgets nothing. (It often comes back to haunt me.) So the new school thought we should capitalize on that to start him on the path to reading. So we put it in his IEP in October; he would start the Edmark Reading Program with the goal of learning 10 sight words this school year. I know, that's not a lofty goal. But with a 9 year old that was not reading at all, we wanted an attainable goal. Rather have a realistic goal that he shatters than a lofty goal he cannot reach. It did not mean that they would stop teaching new words once he reached 10.
And stop they did not. He has now surpassed his goal of 10 words, knowing about twice that many. And the first semester has just ended, we still have half the school year to go! He's leaning 2 new words a week. Small books from the program come home for him to read at night. My boy is reading books to me. This. is. HUGE.
I can honestly tell you that it does not matter if they are 4 years old or 9 years old, the first time your child reads a book to you the joy, pride, excitement, and just plain awesomeness you will feel is the same. It really does not matter how old they are.
A very wise therapist once told me that there are no expiration dates on developmental milestones. None indeed. The Boy has never met a milestone "on time". Not one. Yet he continues to meet them, even master some; all in his own time, in his own way. And we have learned to not only accept his journey, but to respect it. It is an amazing journey to watch.
That kid inspires me. It is never too late.
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Thursday, October 2, 2014
An Open Letter to Our Amazing Neighborhood School
To our amazing neighborhood school family:
After much discussion and deliberation, we have made the very difficult decision to move Bambam to another school with a dedicated special education classroom. As most of you know, Bambam has varied and complicated special needs. We have high hopes that his many needs will be sucsessfully met in his new school. But that didn't make this decision an easy one.
This decision was difficult for many reasons; not the least of which was the thought of leaving this amazing school. You have been his school family for 3 years. During that time he has been accepted, included, respected, and loved by teachers, administrators, support staff, students and parents alike. I cannot imagine a more positive, inclusive environment in any school anywhere.
The student population has been wonderful. Bambam has not been simply tolerated; after all, who really has a goal of being tolerated? He was accepted. His classmates included him when they could, helped him when he needed it, celebrated his accomplishments, watched out for him, and most importantly became his friends. Bambam talks about each and every one of them all the time.
Some students have been in class with Bambam for 3 years, some for 2, some for 1. Some just passed him in the hallway or saw him in the cafeteria or on the playground. It didn't seem to matter. It appears they all know who he is. When we are in town or at the pool inevitably a child will come up and talk to Bambam. I sometimes do not know or recognize them. But they quickly tell me they go to school with him. Kids from kindergarten to 5th grade, they all seem genuinely happy to see him. The world could learn a few things from our little neighborhood school.
And so it is with a heavy heart that we are now closing this chapter and starting a new one. Please know that we could never thank you enough for all each of you have done for Bambam. I only hope that you too have gained something from the experience of knowing our sweet boy.
And, instead of saying goodbye, we will say that we hope to see you around town.
After much discussion and deliberation, we have made the very difficult decision to move Bambam to another school with a dedicated special education classroom. As most of you know, Bambam has varied and complicated special needs. We have high hopes that his many needs will be sucsessfully met in his new school. But that didn't make this decision an easy one.
This decision was difficult for many reasons; not the least of which was the thought of leaving this amazing school. You have been his school family for 3 years. During that time he has been accepted, included, respected, and loved by teachers, administrators, support staff, students and parents alike. I cannot imagine a more positive, inclusive environment in any school anywhere.
The student population has been wonderful. Bambam has not been simply tolerated; after all, who really has a goal of being tolerated? He was accepted. His classmates included him when they could, helped him when he needed it, celebrated his accomplishments, watched out for him, and most importantly became his friends. Bambam talks about each and every one of them all the time.
Some students have been in class with Bambam for 3 years, some for 2, some for 1. Some just passed him in the hallway or saw him in the cafeteria or on the playground. It didn't seem to matter. It appears they all know who he is. When we are in town or at the pool inevitably a child will come up and talk to Bambam. I sometimes do not know or recognize them. But they quickly tell me they go to school with him. Kids from kindergarten to 5th grade, they all seem genuinely happy to see him. The world could learn a few things from our little neighborhood school.
And so it is with a heavy heart that we are now closing this chapter and starting a new one. Please know that we could never thank you enough for all each of you have done for Bambam. I only hope that you too have gained something from the experience of knowing our sweet boy.
And, instead of saying goodbye, we will say that we hope to see you around town.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
September
I didn't write much in September. September was a hard month. Bambam had a tough time adjusting to the transition to school. I was both surprised and a little disappointed by this. I know I shouldn't be. But I'm human, and disappointment is a natural human emotion.
You see, Bambam had such a stellar summer. I mean he was a rock star. He went to day camp, he fully potty trained, he made significant gains in language, his imaginative play exploded. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. It was a great summer. The best he's ever had.
So when we got ready to transition into school, and he was so excited for school to start, we naturally assumed he would continue to be that rock star. Contributing to our confidence was the fact that his school does a 1-2 loop, meaning he would be in the same classroom with the same teacher and the same kids as last year. No changes. And he would have the same 1 to 1 aid. It was a recipe for success. Or so we thought.
What we failed to recognize was that the little adjustments (at least we thought they were little) we made to his daily schedule would really throw him off, causing major anxiety and frustration. The first of which was lengthening his day to the full school day.
Last year, he left school an hour early every day. This year he stays until 2:45. But every day at 1:45 he looks at his aid, the amazing "E", and says "home time now". His internal clock is incredible. He cannot tell time. At least, I don't think he can. He can just now recognize and name numbers 1-9. But he's had an amazing internal clock since the day he was born. As an infant, you could set your watch by his sleeping and feeding times. He was always spot on. So now, every day at 1:45 he thinks its time to go home. And "E" is struggling to convince him that its still school time. He is staying, but he's done with working for the day. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they have PE at the end of the day, those days go OK. My athletic little guy shines at PE. Its the one place where he really fits in, where he actually outshines many of his peers. He LOVES PE.
But on Mondays and Wednesdays they have Music and Art respectively at the end of the day. And these are not going so well. With very (and I can't stress very enough) delayed fine motor skills, Art is a huge frustration for him under the best of circumstances. These are not the best of circumstances. He has ripped a project, thrown a project, painted his aid (and himself), and generally been wreaking havoc all over the art room. He's had to leave the art room. I've been called to the school. More than once.
In addition, more is being asked of Bambam. He is having more structured schoolwork time, we call it table time. He HATES table time. Sitting for more than 30 seconds is a challenge for him. But, we decided it was time to do just that, challenge him a little more. He must complete 3 academic tasks, then gets a reward of his choice. Did I mention Bambam hates table time? At one point his frustration escalated to a chair being thrown into the smart board. And me being called to the school yet again.
This was not the start to school that I had envisioned.
And there it is. This was not what I had anticipated, what I thought was going to happen. It was not meeting my expectations. Who said I get to choose how things are going to go? I need to learn to let go of my expectations. Lesson learned.
Update, September 2014
I wrote this last year and never published it. I'm not sure why. But I am now. Because we are having the same sort of start to this school year. Transitions are so very hard on our spectrum kiddos. And this year he does have a new classroom and a new teacher and new classmates. My boy who every day this summer has asked to go to school is now asking every morning to go to camp. Its going to be a long September. Sigh.
You see, Bambam had such a stellar summer. I mean he was a rock star. He went to day camp, he fully potty trained, he made significant gains in language, his imaginative play exploded. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. It was a great summer. The best he's ever had.
So when we got ready to transition into school, and he was so excited for school to start, we naturally assumed he would continue to be that rock star. Contributing to our confidence was the fact that his school does a 1-2 loop, meaning he would be in the same classroom with the same teacher and the same kids as last year. No changes. And he would have the same 1 to 1 aid. It was a recipe for success. Or so we thought.
What we failed to recognize was that the little adjustments (at least we thought they were little) we made to his daily schedule would really throw him off, causing major anxiety and frustration. The first of which was lengthening his day to the full school day.
Last year, he left school an hour early every day. This year he stays until 2:45. But every day at 1:45 he looks at his aid, the amazing "E", and says "home time now". His internal clock is incredible. He cannot tell time. At least, I don't think he can. He can just now recognize and name numbers 1-9. But he's had an amazing internal clock since the day he was born. As an infant, you could set your watch by his sleeping and feeding times. He was always spot on. So now, every day at 1:45 he thinks its time to go home. And "E" is struggling to convince him that its still school time. He is staying, but he's done with working for the day. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they have PE at the end of the day, those days go OK. My athletic little guy shines at PE. Its the one place where he really fits in, where he actually outshines many of his peers. He LOVES PE.
But on Mondays and Wednesdays they have Music and Art respectively at the end of the day. And these are not going so well. With very (and I can't stress very enough) delayed fine motor skills, Art is a huge frustration for him under the best of circumstances. These are not the best of circumstances. He has ripped a project, thrown a project, painted his aid (and himself), and generally been wreaking havoc all over the art room. He's had to leave the art room. I've been called to the school. More than once.
In addition, more is being asked of Bambam. He is having more structured schoolwork time, we call it table time. He HATES table time. Sitting for more than 30 seconds is a challenge for him. But, we decided it was time to do just that, challenge him a little more. He must complete 3 academic tasks, then gets a reward of his choice. Did I mention Bambam hates table time? At one point his frustration escalated to a chair being thrown into the smart board. And me being called to the school yet again.
This was not the start to school that I had envisioned.
And there it is. This was not what I had anticipated, what I thought was going to happen. It was not meeting my expectations. Who said I get to choose how things are going to go? I need to learn to let go of my expectations. Lesson learned.
Update, September 2014
I wrote this last year and never published it. I'm not sure why. But I am now. Because we are having the same sort of start to this school year. Transitions are so very hard on our spectrum kiddos. And this year he does have a new classroom and a new teacher and new classmates. My boy who every day this summer has asked to go to school is now asking every morning to go to camp. Its going to be a long September. Sigh.
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