I haven't written here in a while. Let's try to cram a year into his blog post.
Holy cow. A bunch of stuff has happened in the last year. You my Midgee left 5th grade for 6th grade and took a giant leap for mankind into the junior high realm with the big leaguers. We almost didn't make it out of elementary school due to sucky STAAR test scores. The consideration for holding you back was strong with them. This Jedi momma wasn't about to let that happen. Upward and onward we go. You've taken on junior high like a boss! Although the 5th grade drama followed you up the street to JH. I didn't realize there could, would be so dram-ughhhh with boys. You've already had issues with several people and had to make several complaints. Goodness I hope this garbage comes to an end soon. Kids are mean, hands down. I sure wish you weren't having to deal with all that though. I also hope you're mean to others. I know you've got lots of TUDE at times and your mouth gets carried away with you. You are currently having to endure Theater Arts just so you can go to Art next semester. I'm so excited for you to go to art!!!! I know you can't wait either! I look forward to seeing you learn new things and grow as an artist. Never give up that dream. Never stop practicing. If this is the craft you with to pursue, do it head-on! Give it al you've got.
You are still addicted to Jaws, Tornadoes and Superman, but Godzilla has taken a little more dominance over everything at the moment. You've gone through a huge Minecraft addiction and you've recently created a Nether portal and killed the Ender Dragon. Kudos to you. Thanks for making me hop on the Minecraft bandwagon. Your mom likes it too.
Goodness son, you're driving me crazy with this Godzilla costume building. There is crap all over the office and the floor, and paint and holes in your jeans and your jacket. I am very happy and excited about your creative genes though! I can't wait to see what the future holds for you.
Thanks for being my snuggly buddy last night in your dads absence. You climb in my bed at every possible opportunity! I'm glad you still like to be cuddled and snuggled. You'll always be so very loved.... even with all that crazy attitude, because I know exactly where it comes from.
Sincerely, yo momma 💜
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Welcome back summertime
It's been a while since I have written to you boys. We've had a long, but good year. School is finally out and I am so happy about that. I get to spend time with both of you, doing things, going places and seeing sights.
Jerbie I am so proud of you. You have taken on 6th grade with such a confident heart and you have done so well. When I worried, you were like 'mom, I'm not nervous.' You held your head high and conquered what I thought would surely be a beast of a year. Way to go! You're doing so well in band and I am excited to see where and how far you go with your musical ability. I just want you to know how much I love you and how proud I am to be your mom. I pray you always hold your head high when challenges comes your way. You are totally obsessed, we'll just say passionate, about train crossing signals, the sounds they make and you already know each type since you spend your extra time on youtube watching train signals tutorials! If I ever need to know anything about a train crossing bells, I'll be sure to ask you. I can not believe you are just 3 or so inches away from being the same height as me!! We now wear the same size shoes! Wow, you've grown so much in the last year - physically taller, and mentally more mature. We still have a ways to go on learning how to handle the Aspergers, but we'll take each day as it comes and we'll walk through it together, you, me and your proud daddy. Everything deserves a good giggle when it comes to you. You enjoy pretty much everything! You love to laugh and I love to hear your laughs... at the appropriate times!
Midgee, my sweet boy. You have had a pretty good 4th grade year. I only wish you weren't having so many issues with math and understanding with reading. You are so smart and I guess I don't get why you are struggling so bad. You are very very capable of conquering this Goliath in your life. I have nothing but the utmost confidence in you and your abilities. You are an amazing little artist and I am so excited to see you mature and grow in your artistic abilities. One day, I pray you will truly rock a paintbrush and create to your hearts desire. You my son are awesome. I love your laugh and I love even more how much you enjoy life! Your current obsessions include but are not limited to: sharks, tornadoes, spiders, trains, Superman, and making stuff out of whatever boxes you find. You also currently call me Chucky, which makes me completely crazy. Goodness. Oh and dvd's, good grief, if you don't stay out the dvd cabinet! Now you are sitting over my shoulder reading this and telling that I forgot that you are obsessed with Godzilla. Currently you tease me that you have hairy pits and no chest hair, but you actually don't have hair pits either.
oh geez! you boys are something awesome.
Jerbie I am so proud of you. You have taken on 6th grade with such a confident heart and you have done so well. When I worried, you were like 'mom, I'm not nervous.' You held your head high and conquered what I thought would surely be a beast of a year. Way to go! You're doing so well in band and I am excited to see where and how far you go with your musical ability. I just want you to know how much I love you and how proud I am to be your mom. I pray you always hold your head high when challenges comes your way. You are totally obsessed, we'll just say passionate, about train crossing signals, the sounds they make and you already know each type since you spend your extra time on youtube watching train signals tutorials! If I ever need to know anything about a train crossing bells, I'll be sure to ask you. I can not believe you are just 3 or so inches away from being the same height as me!! We now wear the same size shoes! Wow, you've grown so much in the last year - physically taller, and mentally more mature. We still have a ways to go on learning how to handle the Aspergers, but we'll take each day as it comes and we'll walk through it together, you, me and your proud daddy. Everything deserves a good giggle when it comes to you. You enjoy pretty much everything! You love to laugh and I love to hear your laughs... at the appropriate times!
Midgee, my sweet boy. You have had a pretty good 4th grade year. I only wish you weren't having so many issues with math and understanding with reading. You are so smart and I guess I don't get why you are struggling so bad. You are very very capable of conquering this Goliath in your life. I have nothing but the utmost confidence in you and your abilities. You are an amazing little artist and I am so excited to see you mature and grow in your artistic abilities. One day, I pray you will truly rock a paintbrush and create to your hearts desire. You my son are awesome. I love your laugh and I love even more how much you enjoy life! Your current obsessions include but are not limited to: sharks, tornadoes, spiders, trains, Superman, and making stuff out of whatever boxes you find. You also currently call me Chucky, which makes me completely crazy. Goodness. Oh and dvd's, good grief, if you don't stay out the dvd cabinet! Now you are sitting over my shoulder reading this and telling that I forgot that you are obsessed with Godzilla. Currently you tease me that you have hairy pits and no chest hair, but you actually don't have hair pits either.
oh geez! you boys are something awesome.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Confidently Worried
I have this beautiful son... he has a beautiful mother and an extremely handsome father.
The mother: she's a quirky non-rule follower, BUT her downfall is that she is a worrier who suffers from a lack of confidence... in herself. Sad, I know.
The father: as cool as cucumber in refrigerator! Laid back and not bothered by anything. He's a real go with the flow kind of guy, not easily moved. Super easy going personality. Dream guy, I know. (he even does laundry & dishes!!) Be jealous!
In light of the condition that this beautiful son, his beautiful mother and handsome father have to learn to handle on a daily basis, and I seriously mean 'daily' because we don't always know what son we're going to get with each new day. So with this autistic condition, I had my expectations of what junior high would be like for him - not good! So with the impending doom of school starting on August 26, being a 6th grader in a darn junior high, every day was like a ticking time bomb counting down the seconds to an explosion of emotions (mostly from me!), sad, I know. But then, peace.
Here is where it began -----> He attended 'Bear Camp' several weeks ago (Aug 13), no parents allowed kind of deal... him and his group was paraded around the campus by a few cheerleaders who were in charge of giving him the low down on the school and where to find classes, library, gym, etc... all that good stuff that he would need to know. In my very small minuscule mind, he was going to get lost! There was absolutely no way that he had locked all that information in the vault of his mind and if he actually had, he'd surely forget the combination! My Midgee and I left the school, we had almost 2 hours to kill before it was time to pick him up. So we killed time. Arrived back at the school 10 minutes before they were to let them go, grabbed our boy and headed out to eat food (3 very hungry folks). He LOVED the school! Coolest school since they came up with sliced bread! All summer long I have been trying to talk him into letting me home-school him, let me just say - he wasn't having that. My Midgee - he'd give his left ear to let me home-school him. I finally quit nagging him about it and just said fine, I am giving you 6 weeks,and if you are failing, you'll be home-schooled.
So school began on Monday, August 26th. The night before I made sure to talk to him about how his day will be and to be polite and mind other peoples space, be safe in the restroom.... blah blah blah. Then, I had his handsome father speak to him about how his day might be, to be safe, etc. My same lecture - but in a masculine voice O.o I know. Anywho, woke up the herd, got them dressed and fed, photoed and out the door.
Prayed for him on the way to school,
told him I love him
and let my little bird fly off on his own.... (hardest part of my day, hands down!)
and I said "Lord, he's yours" (maybe this was the hardest, anyway it was hard!)
It was a very long 8 hours!! (long!)
This is not elementary school anymore, this is the big league (for him). I watched the clock all day, wondering what he was doing at that moment, was anyone being not so nice to him, was he listening to his teachers and all that jazz. I could not wait to go pick him up. He got in the truck and exclaimed that "Today was the best day of his life!" He LOVED junior high. Thank God.
The more I sat and looked at his pictures I took of his 1st day of junior high, the more I realized that he was growing up, he was becoming a young man. He has a certain innocence about him and a beautiful bold confidence. He's a lot more fearless than I give him credit for. He did not get his confidence bone from me, I am so fearful (but I am working on it). I am watching my son flourish into all the things that God has set out before him, into the person God has created him to be and let me tell you - it's a beautiful thing.
His beautiful mother is so very proud of her young man and she loves him to pieces. But his beautiful mother is also happy that he belongs to a Glorious God and his heavenly Father is certainly going to look out for him.
Thank you Lord for a peace that surpasses ALL my understanding.
The mother: she's a quirky non-rule follower, BUT her downfall is that she is a worrier who suffers from a lack of confidence... in herself. Sad, I know.
The father: as cool as cucumber in refrigerator! Laid back and not bothered by anything. He's a real go with the flow kind of guy, not easily moved. Super easy going personality. Dream guy, I know. (he even does laundry & dishes!!) Be jealous!
In light of the condition that this beautiful son, his beautiful mother and handsome father have to learn to handle on a daily basis, and I seriously mean 'daily' because we don't always know what son we're going to get with each new day. So with this autistic condition, I had my expectations of what junior high would be like for him - not good! So with the impending doom of school starting on August 26, being a 6th grader in a darn junior high, every day was like a ticking time bomb counting down the seconds to an explosion of emotions (mostly from me!), sad, I know. But then, peace.
Here is where it began -----> He attended 'Bear Camp' several weeks ago (Aug 13), no parents allowed kind of deal... him and his group was paraded around the campus by a few cheerleaders who were in charge of giving him the low down on the school and where to find classes, library, gym, etc... all that good stuff that he would need to know. In my very small minuscule mind, he was going to get lost! There was absolutely no way that he had locked all that information in the vault of his mind and if he actually had, he'd surely forget the combination! My Midgee and I left the school, we had almost 2 hours to kill before it was time to pick him up. So we killed time. Arrived back at the school 10 minutes before they were to let them go, grabbed our boy and headed out to eat food (3 very hungry folks). He LOVED the school! Coolest school since they came up with sliced bread! All summer long I have been trying to talk him into letting me home-school him, let me just say - he wasn't having that. My Midgee - he'd give his left ear to let me home-school him. I finally quit nagging him about it and just said fine, I am giving you 6 weeks,and if you are failing, you'll be home-schooled.
So school began on Monday, August 26th. The night before I made sure to talk to him about how his day will be and to be polite and mind other peoples space, be safe in the restroom.... blah blah blah. Then, I had his handsome father speak to him about how his day might be, to be safe, etc. My same lecture - but in a masculine voice O.o I know. Anywho, woke up the herd, got them dressed and fed, photoed and out the door.
Prayed for him on the way to school,
told him I love him
and let my little bird fly off on his own.... (hardest part of my day, hands down!)
and I said "Lord, he's yours" (maybe this was the hardest, anyway it was hard!)
It was a very long 8 hours!! (long!)
This is not elementary school anymore, this is the big league (for him). I watched the clock all day, wondering what he was doing at that moment, was anyone being not so nice to him, was he listening to his teachers and all that jazz. I could not wait to go pick him up. He got in the truck and exclaimed that "Today was the best day of his life!" He LOVED junior high. Thank God.
The more I sat and looked at his pictures I took of his 1st day of junior high, the more I realized that he was growing up, he was becoming a young man. He has a certain innocence about him and a beautiful bold confidence. He's a lot more fearless than I give him credit for. He did not get his confidence bone from me, I am so fearful (but I am working on it). I am watching my son flourish into all the things that God has set out before him, into the person God has created him to be and let me tell you - it's a beautiful thing.
His beautiful mother is so very proud of her young man and she loves him to pieces. But his beautiful mother is also happy that he belongs to a Glorious God and his heavenly Father is certainly going to look out for him.
Thank you Lord for a peace that surpasses ALL my understanding.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
The Goat Man and a Momma's Boy!
A great time was had at RA (church) camp. He got to go with his dad this year, his 1st year of camp. He got to zipline, swim, do archery, have bible study, hang with his friends and learn of the "goat man". Apparently the goat man eats people and destroys them. Let me tell you, it gets very VERY dark out in the woods, at night, in the dark... Day 1 was great! He had a ball. He didn't like the food though (picky eater). Day 2, 9:30pm, I get this phone call from his dad explaining to me that he's been told a scary story of the goat man, yadda yadda yadda. So I talked to my midget, he was upset and crying and freaked out. He didn't like the goat man, he missed bubba, he missed me and he misses our pooch... beginning to sound a little more like homesickness. He advised me that he is sleeping with his daddy in his twin size bunkbed (good grief!). He said he was coming him the next day! But, I knew he wouldn't :) Day 3, text from dad that morning telling me they're staying. Day 3, 9pm - another phone call, this time from my boy, crying inconsolably. He's coming home tonight, like right now!! Again, he misses me, and bubba and Pooch. I told him to wait until morning after breakfast. He proceeded to tell me he did NOT want breakfast, he just wanted to come straight home. I said fine, but not til tomorrow. I didn't want hubby driving at 10pm on a 2 hour drive home. Again, he slept with his dad. Next morning I got a text that said Ian had already striped his bed and packed before his dad got up. I think he was serious. They got home about 9:30am!!! I got a big hug and a smile and then he carped out with my iPad for the rest of the afternoon. I'm starting to think he didn't miss me.
He missed the iPad.
He missed the iPad.
Son of uhhhh!
Today, yes today, you boys have fell off the deep end. I do believe both of you have lost your everlovin minds. I don't get how you boys can spoon each other when you sleep only to wake up with such hatred and aggravation for each other. Then the next minute your sparring with each other and giggling. Is this what some call brotherly love? So many ugly words leave your mouths in the course of a day - freak, moron, idiot - just ugly words. I know they could be a lot worse. One day I hope you realize just how much that hurts me, as your mom, watching the two of you fight for no reason.
Jare - in all seriousness, what was the reason for the meltdown at the bowling alley? It was over the bumpers being put down! Oh my goodness!! In that moment, all I could see was red. I was so upset with you over that. I always try so hard to stand up for you and explain to people that you have a 'condition' - a label of autism, but so many times it embarrasses me to see you act out in a negative manner. There are so many times where I don't know what to say at all. I know you are not mean or malicious or that careless. I finally bowled your game and when it was all over you decided to bowl your next game after you cooled off. I am so worried about junior high in 2 months, the thought of it makes me sick.
And my Midgee - good grief! You play the good boy card A LOT, especially when bubba is in trouble. Today, after I get Jare straightened out, you were all good, until we got into the truck and was trying to figure out where to eat. Then you started in about how stupid everything is. I'm very well aware that there is nothing I can do to appease both of you at the same time because the two of you can't agree on anything. One day I pray you learn that being a parent is not easy, children don't come with an instruction manual. And you can't give them every single thing they want. But I pray that I, as your parent, teach you respect and consideration for others.
Maybe y'all haven't 'fallen off the deep end' but today seemed to be the icing on the cake of a long week for me. All I want is the best for y'all and I try to do the best I can. One day I hope you boys will realize that.
I love you with all my heart,
Mom
Jare - in all seriousness, what was the reason for the meltdown at the bowling alley? It was over the bumpers being put down! Oh my goodness!! In that moment, all I could see was red. I was so upset with you over that. I always try so hard to stand up for you and explain to people that you have a 'condition' - a label of autism, but so many times it embarrasses me to see you act out in a negative manner. There are so many times where I don't know what to say at all. I know you are not mean or malicious or that careless. I finally bowled your game and when it was all over you decided to bowl your next game after you cooled off. I am so worried about junior high in 2 months, the thought of it makes me sick.
And my Midgee - good grief! You play the good boy card A LOT, especially when bubba is in trouble. Today, after I get Jare straightened out, you were all good, until we got into the truck and was trying to figure out where to eat. Then you started in about how stupid everything is. I'm very well aware that there is nothing I can do to appease both of you at the same time because the two of you can't agree on anything. One day I pray you learn that being a parent is not easy, children don't come with an instruction manual. And you can't give them every single thing they want. But I pray that I, as your parent, teach you respect and consideration for others.
Maybe y'all haven't 'fallen off the deep end' but today seemed to be the icing on the cake of a long week for me. All I want is the best for y'all and I try to do the best I can. One day I hope you boys will realize that.
I love you with all my heart,
Mom
Thursday, May 9, 2013
5 zeros equal a BIG FAT ZERO!
The current grade of my Jare..... All zeros. I guess he's allergic homework & classwork alike. I just knew they were calling me to come in and chat because they were going try to convince me to begin meds again.... (NOT happening by the way!).... Not that they are allowed to do that "by law". It's the simple phrases "focus, won't stay on task, daydreaming, etc", all phrases that are thrown around to hint at the idea that meds are a better idea! To break me, so to speak, into giving in to the 6 year long running "focus" issues. BUT, they didn't. I was good with the meeting we had yesterday. He is afraid to ask for help, I think he just doesn't know "how" to ask for help. It puzzles me because he talks all the time at home and he certainly asks me for help. His behavior is so different at school and at home. We all know how smart he is, every one of us in that room KNOW. He thinks he just can't do anything right. I feel bad for his self-esteem and confidence. He needs positive reinforcement.
His teachers were kind enough to be lenient and allow him to do some of his assignments at home. We assisted him on a minimal level, in hopes that he would try to do the work himself. He did good for the most part. Thank God we were able to do some of his work. Finished it all up in one night as well. Praying for healing of my little guys mind and intellect. Praying he finds his confidence and strength in The Lord.
Peace, Love and Zeros!
His teachers were kind enough to be lenient and allow him to do some of his assignments at home. We assisted him on a minimal level, in hopes that he would try to do the work himself. He did good for the most part. Thank God we were able to do some of his work. Finished it all up in one night as well. Praying for healing of my little guys mind and intellect. Praying he finds his confidence and strength in The Lord.
Peace, Love and Zeros!
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
God & Red40
This evening we took the boys to dinner at Cheddars. We got into this discussion about God and how He's been speaking to my son. He said God told him today to share his Reese's pieces that he got from the treasure box with his friends, so he did, with 2 little girls who are always mean to him. He said he asked them if they knew why he shared with them, they said no, he told them that God told him to, they said "okay." I am proud that he is not scared to share his faith at such a young age.
I also hate that he sometimes gets a bad wrap at school. He's been complaining that he wants to be homeschooled and that the kids are mean to him. I don't like that he is struggling so much. He's so smart! They keep telling me that he can't seem to focus, and I've heard this same song and dance so many times with regards to my oldest son. Apparently it was bad enough that it was referred to a "social worker" who called me today to inform me that she's heard about him having behavioral issues and wondered if we needed assistance. I kindly declined and explained that all is well and he's 9 and is expressing his independence. He's a good kid and he's smart. And I already have an autistic child, so I know what to look for. I guess she heard enough, she told me that she didn't need to talk to me anymore, and that it sounded like I had had everything under control and she didn't understand why he was referred. So glad someone finally understood me!
My #1 child is completely out of control right now. He came home heavily loaded down with attitude. He got upset that someone in his class was trying to help him glue stuff and he "didn't want any help, because I can do it myself!" Wow. He's not normally that passionate about doing stuff for himself. He's been so off the chain lately. I'm going to have to start closely watching what he gets to eat, again. Hopefully I can get to the bottom of what's going on.
God please take care of my boys and guide me and my hubby in raising them.
I also hate that he sometimes gets a bad wrap at school. He's been complaining that he wants to be homeschooled and that the kids are mean to him. I don't like that he is struggling so much. He's so smart! They keep telling me that he can't seem to focus, and I've heard this same song and dance so many times with regards to my oldest son. Apparently it was bad enough that it was referred to a "social worker" who called me today to inform me that she's heard about him having behavioral issues and wondered if we needed assistance. I kindly declined and explained that all is well and he's 9 and is expressing his independence. He's a good kid and he's smart. And I already have an autistic child, so I know what to look for. I guess she heard enough, she told me that she didn't need to talk to me anymore, and that it sounded like I had had everything under control and she didn't understand why he was referred. So glad someone finally understood me!
My #1 child is completely out of control right now. He came home heavily loaded down with attitude. He got upset that someone in his class was trying to help him glue stuff and he "didn't want any help, because I can do it myself!" Wow. He's not normally that passionate about doing stuff for himself. He's been so off the chain lately. I'm going to have to start closely watching what he gets to eat, again. Hopefully I can get to the bottom of what's going on.
God please take care of my boys and guide me and my hubby in raising them.
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