I’ve been a busy lady, doing all the things I’m supposed to be doing to stay sane. Working a lot, spending more time with the kiddos, trying to not fall behind on my graduate work… but I did want to stop by and say hi to the 2 or 3 of you who check in every day.
So much is happening. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, but things are looking up. First, one of my mom’s younger brothers had to have an emergency triple-bypass surgery. He came through it just fine and is doing well. But it was scary to say the least. And when I think about how this is not my great-uncle… this is my mom’s younger brother… I just can’t help but think, what if it had been Mom? These sobering reminders that we’re moving further down as a thicker, more established branch of the family tree are all around us. One of my best friends lost her step-father this fall. Our babysitter lost her sister. All of this serious stuff is moving one generation closer… it’s not just grandparents or great-grandparents anymore. It’s moms, dads, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters. I mean, sheesh, pretty soon me and my cousins will be expected to cook the Thanksgiving meal. I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility!
In all seriousness, though, if you pray, could you please remember my Uncle Keith and his wife Vicki as he recovers and heals? It would be greatly appreciated.
This week we had a meeting with Little Miss G’s teacher, principal, and some other people at her school because some of her struggles in school are not improving as much as we’d like. I was afraid they were going to tell us that they think she has ADD and that we need to put her on medication. While her attention problems are clear to me (have been since she was 3), we had made up our minds that we were not going the medication route. At least, not this early while there were plenty of other options to try.
Thankfully, that did not happen because they do not think she has ADD. They suspect she might have a sensory integration issue. Which basically means that she has the ability to focus (people with ADD can’t) but any little thing can distract her from doing so… like the background sound of the furnace running, or the flag outside flapping in the wind, or that really, really pretty poster hanging by the door… it could be anything. So, unlike most of us who can sit and read a book in a room where people are moving around, she can’t. Most of us don’t have to stop balancing our checkbooks while sitting at the kitchen table if the refrigerator kicks on, but she might. Her mind takes in all that sensory information, but can’t sort it out and prioritize what to acknowledge and what to ignore…or if it can, it isn’t doing it efficiently enough. At least, this is what her teachers and school specialists think the problem is, so an occupational therapist is coming in to observe her (not do a formal screening) to see if they can get an idea of what exactly is causing the problems. If needed, they’ll ask our consent to do a formal screening.
While I hate that she is struggling, and that this may not be a simple matter of needing to grow up and mature a little bit, I am encouraged with how quickly her school is taking action to help her and address mine and John’s concerns. I’m glad they’ve recommended the OT observation. In my opinion, more information is almost always a good thing… so if the OT comes to a conclusion that we disagree with, nobody says we have to live by it. We can always get a second opinion. Furthermore, they’ve given us some great recommendations for strategies to try at school and at home to help her. They want to follow up in January to see if these strategies are helping. I like that they want a fairly quick follow up; they’re not letting her just languish and “get by.” I really feel good at her school’s proactive approach and that they’re not looking for a quick, convenient fix that works for them but not for her. And they did acknowledge that her focus issues are not manifesting themselves as discipline issues, so it’s not as though she is a handful and is disrupting her class.
On to the more frivilous… Super L got her first “big girl” haircut. She actually has bangs and no wispy strands. It only took her 2.5 years to grow enough hair to cut. She looks so stinkin’ cute. Unfortunately I still have not taken a picture yet, as my camera batteries are dead and I keep forgetting to charge them. She’s getting so big, talking and singing non-stop. Also, can I just say that this girl’s focus and concentration are not an issue at all. She taught herself to play Simon, and can get up to four “beats” before she forgets and makes the wrong move. Plus, she plays the Simon Red game, so the buttons are all red, no other colors to help differentiate the sequence. I think that’s pretty darn good for a 2 year old.
Well, it’s almost 11:30 a.m., and I still have not made up my mind if I am going to the Comets football game this afternoon. I know I should. It’s state playoffs. If we win, we’ll be in the Final Four in our state. If we lose, it’s the last game of the season. We’re playing Columbia, who eliminated us in the semi-finals to go to the state championship game last year. We lost 39-40 in double-overtime on a blocked kick. It was a heartbreaker. And while I expect a different outcome to today’s game-a WIN, I’m just not sure I’m up for the emotional turmoil of it all. I know I’ll regret not being there whether they win or lose. But I also know when I get home and I see the pile of papers sitting there waiting for me, I’ll also regret that I lost 3 hours not making progress.
Okay, I wanted to end this blog on a super-positive note, so I wrote this great paragraph on how much I love Thanksgiving more than Christmas (in terms of family gatherings, not religious meaning) because you get all the same benefits from it (family, food, fun) without all the hassle of shopping and the pressure of getting that oh-my-gosh-if-Santa-doesn’t-bring-it-to-me-I’ll-be-crushed present, and how lucky we are because we’re celebrating Thanksgiving a week early with my mom’s family and how much I am looking forward to all of it… and somehow my computer highlighted and deleted that paragraph in, like, a nanosecond. Poof! It’s gone. So, whatever good feelings you have about Thanksgiving, please insert them [here].
…And… have a great weekend. If you’re in the Midwest, stay warm.