School's out for summer!
Friday, May 31, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
An epiphany!
It came to me while I was driving home from work on Monday. I had been thinking about the last several months with Amelia and wondering what we could have done differently that would have changed this nightmare. I had begun to think about the fact that we didn't really take any action last year and that maybe our inaction was what really fueled the fire for this year. About the time I was right in the middle of the pity party, blaming myself, I heard (though not with my ears) or felt the words, "Turn it over. Turn over the situation and turn over Amelia".
I have always known that these children are not really mine. They are only on loan to me. God created them and they belong to Him. He has allowed Dan and I to cooperate with Him to bring life to them. We are charged with their care for only a short time. Our job is to love them, to nurture them, to take care of all of their needs but most importantly, we are to do all we can to get them to heaven. But somehow, these facts get lost in our day to day lives. I am the parent and therefore I take on this authoritative attitude that stings of pride. After all, I'm sure I know better than God, right? No.
When I was pregnant with Nathan, after having suffered several miscarriages, my sister-in-law gave me a small blue book called "A Mothers' Manual" by A. Francis Coomes, S.J. This book is filled with wonderful prayers for mom and moms to be. I found a prayer in there that I had never heard before...at least at that time in my life (young(er) and no parental experience at all!) that was called "Consecration of a Child to Mary". I immediately prayed that prayer for my unborn son.
I have since prayed that prayer for each of my children. I've given them over to the protection of the Blessed Mother. There is no one better to mother them. My desire is that she can fill in the gaps (or gaping holes) when I fall short. And I do, often.
Right now, I don't know what to do about Amelia. I am doing all that I know to do, but I feel as though I am falling so short, as her mother. I need Mary to fill in the gaps for me now.
I have prayed these two very special prayers again for all of my kids, but especially for Amelia right now. I know that Mary heard that prayer the first time I prayed it for her, and I'm in no way suggesting that Mary has stopped protecting her or has withdrawn her protection or that it somehow didn't "take" the first time. I pray this prayer again and hand her over to the Blessed Mother as a reminder to ME, that I am not in control, that she isn't really mine anyway, that God IS in control. Perhaps God wants me to surrender her again....to stop trying to figure out every single detail. God is already in the midst of this struggle. While I was wanting someone at the school to come along side Amelia to help her through this...God is reminding me that HE (and His Precious Mother) are already along side her....they've never left!
These are the two prayers:
I have always known that these children are not really mine. They are only on loan to me. God created them and they belong to Him. He has allowed Dan and I to cooperate with Him to bring life to them. We are charged with their care for only a short time. Our job is to love them, to nurture them, to take care of all of their needs but most importantly, we are to do all we can to get them to heaven. But somehow, these facts get lost in our day to day lives. I am the parent and therefore I take on this authoritative attitude that stings of pride. After all, I'm sure I know better than God, right? No.
When I was pregnant with Nathan, after having suffered several miscarriages, my sister-in-law gave me a small blue book called "A Mothers' Manual" by A. Francis Coomes, S.J. This book is filled with wonderful prayers for mom and moms to be. I found a prayer in there that I had never heard before...at least at that time in my life (young(er) and no parental experience at all!) that was called "Consecration of a Child to Mary". I immediately prayed that prayer for my unborn son.
I have since prayed that prayer for each of my children. I've given them over to the protection of the Blessed Mother. There is no one better to mother them. My desire is that she can fill in the gaps (or gaping holes) when I fall short. And I do, often.
Right now, I don't know what to do about Amelia. I am doing all that I know to do, but I feel as though I am falling so short, as her mother. I need Mary to fill in the gaps for me now.
I have prayed these two very special prayers again for all of my kids, but especially for Amelia right now. I know that Mary heard that prayer the first time I prayed it for her, and I'm in no way suggesting that Mary has stopped protecting her or has withdrawn her protection or that it somehow didn't "take" the first time. I pray this prayer again and hand her over to the Blessed Mother as a reminder to ME, that I am not in control, that she isn't really mine anyway, that God IS in control. Perhaps God wants me to surrender her again....to stop trying to figure out every single detail. God is already in the midst of this struggle. While I was wanting someone at the school to come along side Amelia to help her through this...God is reminding me that HE (and His Precious Mother) are already along side her....they've never left!
These are the two prayers:
Consecration of a Child to Mary
Holy Mary, mother of God and mother of all the faithful, I place my little child under your motherly protection. To you I completely consecrate my child, body and soul. Take her under your care and keep her always. Protect her in her infancy and keep her sound in body and mind. Guard her youth and keep her heart pure, her thoughts ever holy and directed to God and the things of God. Protect her always throughout life--in her joys and sorrows, in her successes and failures, in her dealings with others. Always and in all things be a true mother to her, Mary, and preserve her. I commend her entirely to you. Remember, Mother Mary, that through this act of consecration she becomes in a special way your child as well as mine; guard her and keep her as your very own. Amen.
For Protection of One's Children
Holy Mother Mary, by virtue of your divine motherhood you have become mother of us all. I place the dear ones God has given me under your loving protection. Be a protecting mother to my children. Guard their bodies and keep their thoughts ever holy in the sight of their creator and God. Guard their hearts and keep them pure and strong and happy in the love of God. Guard always their souls, and preserve in them faithfully the glorious image of God they received in Baptism. Always, Mother, protect them and keep them under your motherly care. Supply in your all-wise motherhood for my poor human deficiencies and protect them from all evil. Amen.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
On hold.
I was finally able to get an appointment with the neuro psychologist. We will meet on June 5th to go over the results of Amelia's evaluation. We're on old for another week, and I'm frustrated.
I think the last few weeks have finally "sunk in" with me. I've gone over all of it in my mind several times and I find myself becoming very resentful. I feel strongly that our family has been let down.
We've not heard from anyone yet. Not a teacher (besides the resource teacher that broke the news to us), not the principal or vice principal, not even a parent. News and rumors fly fast around there. You would have thought that someone would have called. Nope.
When I spoke with the resource teacher on Thursday, she said that she had the contents of Amelia's desk in a bag. She asked if she could just give it to one of her siblings. Oh, and she mentioned that there is a math book in her backpack that needs to be turned back into the school. That's it. Not, "Gee, Mrs. Widener, I'm so sorry this has happened". Nothing. Just, "here's her stuff and we want our stuff". Clearly, they are glad to be parting ways.
Please pray that I don't have this chip on my shoulder for long. I need to work through this and move on...and I am...but it isn't without some sharp pains in my pride.
On a positive note, when we drove to the Jacksonville National Cemetery today, we drove by the school that Amelia will most likely attend next year. She seemed excited. We drove around looking at houses for sale. The kids panicked! They do NOT want to move! I'm neutral on the subject. I'm open, though.
I don't really know what the future holds for us. Right now, I have to get Nathan through finals and Olivia through her last week of class parties...and I have to keep Amelia from feeling left out. Oh yea...they said Amelia could attend her end of the year class party, but she would have to be accompanied by a parent. No thank you, I think we've been ridiculed enough for one year, don't you?
I think the last few weeks have finally "sunk in" with me. I've gone over all of it in my mind several times and I find myself becoming very resentful. I feel strongly that our family has been let down.
We've not heard from anyone yet. Not a teacher (besides the resource teacher that broke the news to us), not the principal or vice principal, not even a parent. News and rumors fly fast around there. You would have thought that someone would have called. Nope.
When I spoke with the resource teacher on Thursday, she said that she had the contents of Amelia's desk in a bag. She asked if she could just give it to one of her siblings. Oh, and she mentioned that there is a math book in her backpack that needs to be turned back into the school. That's it. Not, "Gee, Mrs. Widener, I'm so sorry this has happened". Nothing. Just, "here's her stuff and we want our stuff". Clearly, they are glad to be parting ways.
Please pray that I don't have this chip on my shoulder for long. I need to work through this and move on...and I am...but it isn't without some sharp pains in my pride.
On a positive note, when we drove to the Jacksonville National Cemetery today, we drove by the school that Amelia will most likely attend next year. She seemed excited. We drove around looking at houses for sale. The kids panicked! They do NOT want to move! I'm neutral on the subject. I'm open, though.
I don't really know what the future holds for us. Right now, I have to get Nathan through finals and Olivia through her last week of class parties...and I have to keep Amelia from feeling left out. Oh yea...they said Amelia could attend her end of the year class party, but she would have to be accompanied by a parent. No thank you, I think we've been ridiculed enough for one year, don't you?
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Spiritual Friendships
While enjoying my very first cup of coffee on this Saturday morning, I came across a wonderful blog post on the subject of Spiritual Friendships. I've been blogging for about 5 years now. During that time, I've made some very wonderful friends. Some are "online" friends only, while others have become "real life" friends.
Though rare, some have become "spiritual friends". These are the friendships that draw you closer to Christ. These are the people that walk right along side you. These are the friendships that challenge you to be all that God has made you to be...to go against the flow...to go against the flesh.
This blog post mentions the book, "An Introduction to the Devout Life" by St. Frances de Sales. I happen to be reading this book right now and I just recently read the quote that the author of this blog post used...."Friendship varies according to the variety of these communications, and they vary according to the benefits interchanged; if these are vain and false, then the friendship is vain and false; if they are true, then the friendship will be true; and the more excellent those qualities exchanged, the higher will the friendship be".
Oh, how blessed I am to have spiritual friends! They are placed in our lives by a Divine Appointment! If you have spiritual friends, cultivate those relationships, treasure them and most of all BE a spiritual friend.
Tell me about your spiritual friends!
(H/T: The Practicing Catholic)
Though rare, some have become "spiritual friends". These are the friendships that draw you closer to Christ. These are the people that walk right along side you. These are the friendships that challenge you to be all that God has made you to be...to go against the flow...to go against the flesh.
This blog post mentions the book, "An Introduction to the Devout Life" by St. Frances de Sales. I happen to be reading this book right now and I just recently read the quote that the author of this blog post used...."Friendship varies according to the variety of these communications, and they vary according to the benefits interchanged; if these are vain and false, then the friendship is vain and false; if they are true, then the friendship will be true; and the more excellent those qualities exchanged, the higher will the friendship be".
Oh, how blessed I am to have spiritual friends! They are placed in our lives by a Divine Appointment! If you have spiritual friends, cultivate those relationships, treasure them and most of all BE a spiritual friend.
Tell me about your spiritual friends!
(H/T: The Practicing Catholic)
Thursday, May 23, 2013
It's over!
Well, for Amelia, the school year is over! It's bittersweet. If I were to be brutally honest, I'm relieved.
There was an incident yesterday. She came home with a handwritten note telling me that she can't attend P.E. anymore because of what happened. I tried to get the details from her, but I felt like there was something that she wasn't owning up to. She said she was forced to write the note that way but that wasn't exactly what happened. I signed her handwritten note and returned it, as requested, this morning.
On the way to school this morning, I had her re-tell me the story. Here's a shocker.....I believe her! Her story seems plausible to me, and makes sense. The version that she wrote in the note, didn't. I decided to call the resource teacher to have her tell me what happened. She told me what the P.E. teacher told her...and then I shared with her what Amelia had told me. She wasn't buying it. She reminded me that Amelia is not a reliable source of information because she lies all the time. I get that...but this time, Amelia's story is more believable....it really is.
I've struggled all day with the thought that maybe I just want to believe her so bad, that I've convinced myself that her story was true. I'd like to think I'm a little more level headed than that, though. Still, I WANT her to be telling the truth!
As it turns out, it didn't really matter. The resource teacher told me that they (I guess the teachers and principal) had a meeting yesterday and since they are basically done with the academic portion of the year, there really is no reason to bring her next week. Apparently, the resource teacher has some other responsibilities next week and can therefore not "babysit" her so we may as well keep her home.
In light of this newest situation, Dan and I have decided that we are taking Amelia out of ACS. He emailed the principal to let her know, so it is now official. I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted.
I'm not blaming the school or the teachers for this horrific year, but I think they could have handled things a lot better. Amelia did NOT have an advocate there and that was obvious on more than one occasion. In my opinion, the Catholic school system has become too much of a business. The priority has become all about the tuition and having "state of the art" this or that. One of her teachers told me a few times that she didn't want Amelia to slip through the cracks. In fact, that's exactly what happened. It would have been nice had someone taken her under their wing and walked along side her as she stuggled. Instead, she was juggled around with no one really wanting to deal with her. Hopefully, this experience will have made all of us stronger in the end.
Nathan and Olivia are doing fine and will stay at ACS, at least for now. In the meantime, we are scheduled to meet with the neuro-psychologist on June 5th to discuss her evaluation. Hopefully, we can gain some insight into what's going on and figure out a way to work through it this summer.
We're moving forward people! This is a good thing!
There was an incident yesterday. She came home with a handwritten note telling me that she can't attend P.E. anymore because of what happened. I tried to get the details from her, but I felt like there was something that she wasn't owning up to. She said she was forced to write the note that way but that wasn't exactly what happened. I signed her handwritten note and returned it, as requested, this morning.
On the way to school this morning, I had her re-tell me the story. Here's a shocker.....I believe her! Her story seems plausible to me, and makes sense. The version that she wrote in the note, didn't. I decided to call the resource teacher to have her tell me what happened. She told me what the P.E. teacher told her...and then I shared with her what Amelia had told me. She wasn't buying it. She reminded me that Amelia is not a reliable source of information because she lies all the time. I get that...but this time, Amelia's story is more believable....it really is.
I've struggled all day with the thought that maybe I just want to believe her so bad, that I've convinced myself that her story was true. I'd like to think I'm a little more level headed than that, though. Still, I WANT her to be telling the truth!
As it turns out, it didn't really matter. The resource teacher told me that they (I guess the teachers and principal) had a meeting yesterday and since they are basically done with the academic portion of the year, there really is no reason to bring her next week. Apparently, the resource teacher has some other responsibilities next week and can therefore not "babysit" her so we may as well keep her home.
In light of this newest situation, Dan and I have decided that we are taking Amelia out of ACS. He emailed the principal to let her know, so it is now official. I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted.
I'm not blaming the school or the teachers for this horrific year, but I think they could have handled things a lot better. Amelia did NOT have an advocate there and that was obvious on more than one occasion. In my opinion, the Catholic school system has become too much of a business. The priority has become all about the tuition and having "state of the art" this or that. One of her teachers told me a few times that she didn't want Amelia to slip through the cracks. In fact, that's exactly what happened. It would have been nice had someone taken her under their wing and walked along side her as she stuggled. Instead, she was juggled around with no one really wanting to deal with her. Hopefully, this experience will have made all of us stronger in the end.
Nathan and Olivia are doing fine and will stay at ACS, at least for now. In the meantime, we are scheduled to meet with the neuro-psychologist on June 5th to discuss her evaluation. Hopefully, we can gain some insight into what's going on and figure out a way to work through it this summer.
We're moving forward people! This is a good thing!
I couldn't resist....
I couldn't resist sharing with you this piece from Fr. Dwight Longenecker. Every now and then, you run across an article or opinion piece that just grabs you in the pit of your stomach. This is one of those times for me! After reading it, I just wanted to shout, "YES"!
Please take a few minutes to read this. I'm interested to know what you think about "indifferentism"? Do you agree with Fr. Dwight?
Let's discuss.
Please take a few minutes to read this. I'm interested to know what you think about "indifferentism"? Do you agree with Fr. Dwight?
Let's discuss.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It's all relative.
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Over the last week that I've been sharing with you our struggles with Amelia, I want you to know that I have not lost sight of the tragedies going on around me.
The frustration and sorrow that I feel for our daughter and what has been happening to her (and to us) can not compare to the horror that those in Oklahoma are experiencing. I know that each of us have different stories, different sufferings that are uniquely ours. Every family has their issues...some of them out in the open and some hidden from view. The cross that we've been given is not the same as the cross that other families bear.
Right now, although somewhat bruised, our family is whole. Some families are now experiencing the grief of the loss of children and their homes. Their lives are in pieces and will never be the same.
For those who are suffering, I offer the following prayer. Please pray it with me:
Lord, we pray for those who have been devastated by recent tragedies. We remember those who have lost their lives so suddenly. We hold in our hearts the families forever changed by grief and loss. Bring them consolation and comfort. Surround them with our prayers for strength. Bless those who have survived and heal their memories of trauma and devastation. May they have the courage to face the days ahead.
Help us to respond with generosity in prayer, in assistance, and in comfort to the best of our abilities. Keep our hearts focused on the needs of all the community. We ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen. (source)
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
When a child is hurting, Part 4 - The conclusion
Dr. M. thought that perhaps we should try an anti-depressant. She felt uncomfortable putting her on one of the typical ADHD meds since most of those are stimulants. We all agreed that Amelia didn't need to be stimulated...at all! So, she started her on a common anti-depressant. After a week or so, we still hadn't seen any significant change. I watched her struggle everyday. Her behavior at home was awful and so I knew it had to be that way at school too. Then, the week before Easter break, I got a call from the principal. Dan and I went in to see her and they decided that it would be best to change 3rd grade classes. I know that they wanted us to see this as a "positive" change for Amelia and I was hopeful, but I also knew the real reason they had switched classes. For one thing, I think her poor teacher needed a break! I know that Mrs. J. spent a ton of time trying to keep her reigned in. Clearly the other students needed a break from her too. She was so disruptive in class that I'm sure those kids were grateful for the peace and quiet. All did not go well though. Even though our intent was not to tell her about the change until Easter break had started, she inadvertently found out that she had been moved to Mrs. G's class while in the car line at school. She was very upset. She cried hysterically for several hours. My heart was breaking for her. She didn't understand (and still doesn't) that her behavior matters and that dealing with her can be exhausting...for her teachers and her classmates. She thought that this change meant that Mrs. J. didn't like her and that the kids in her class hated her.
By the time classes started back again, she was ready for the change to Mrs. G's class. I walked her to class that first day and she seemed happy. I got to work, sat down...and prayed. All I could think was...."and now we wait"! Sure enough, the honeymoon period was short. Within the first two weeks, we were right back where we had started. Only this time, it got worse. I got an email from Mrs. G. explaining that Amelia had made some very inappropriate comments to some of her classmates during recess. Apparently, the kids went home and mentioned this to their parents. Consequently, Mrs. G. had gotten several calls and the principal had gotten several emails. I'm not going to say here exactly what the inappropriate comments were but suffice it to say....they were awful and not something that should EVER come out of a 9 year olds mouth. To make a long story short...she was suspended for 3 days! To this day, she denies having said anything even close to what those kids repeated to their parents, but the truth of the matter is, Amelia lies all the time and there was NO WAY for me to know if she was telling the truth or not. There was no way I could defend her.
I immediately called Dr. M and I also called to make an appointment for an evaluation with a neuro-psychologist. Dr. M was able to see us right away...but it would be several weeks before she was seen for the evaluation. Dr. M. spent quite awhile talking with Amelia that day. She upped her anti-depressant to a dosage that I was not comfortable with. I was prescribed this same anti-depressant after I had delivered Nathan for some post partum issues. Amelia was now taking a higher dosage than I was taking some 12 years earlier! I was scared for my daughter.
She had the evaluation with the neuro-psychologist back on May 2nd. We are still waiting for her findings. This was about a 5 hour appointment. I sat patiently in the waiting room,praying pleading with God to please help her...to help us!
Two weeks ago, we had another incident with Amelia saying something inappropriate to her classmates. This time, they took her out of Mrs. G's class and have her in Mrs. W's (who is the resource teacher) room for the rest of the year. She is not allowed to interact with her classmates at all. She can't even have lunch in the cafeteria. The good news is that she does much better with one on one interaction.
I'm at the point now where I just don't know what to do. I try to tell myself that I'm doing everything I possibly can to help her. She is fidgety, impulsive, not focused, inattentive and hyper. She's very smart, but she can't slow down enough to think logically. She has no filter. She does not understand that she can't just say whatever she is thinking. She can't grasp that some things are better left unsaid....that she can't just blurt out whatever she's thinking, whenever she's thinking it. She wants so much to be liked and she doesn't understand that the way she behaves pushes people away.
I have cried more tears than I ever thought possible. I want her to be happy, healthy and successful. I want her to be liked and appreciated. She is such a sweet little girl. She has many talents as well as great and creative ideas. She has a wonderful imagination. She has a big heart. She loves her brother and sister immensely. She is feminine, yet, she can climb the heck out of a tree. The best part of her is that she knows how to love! She is so special to me.
This has been a rough year for her. She is suffering. She feels defeated and lost. She told me the other day...."mom, maybe I should just go away". How is it that my precious little 9 year old can feel like that? Please tell me how! So many times I've wanted to just grab her....pack our stuff and just get in the car and drive! Just she and I. I want to take her away from here, from this school, from these teachers, from this mess that's been our life for the last year. She needs to be free from ridicule, from harassment, from the stigma of being "one of those kids"....the "problem child". Oh, if only I could just take the hurt away from her. If I could just make it better. What kind of mother am I that I can't make it better?
As of today we are weaning her off of the anti depressant. I truly think this has not helped her at all. Frankly, I think it's made things worse. We are also waiting for the evaluation from the neuro-psychologist. Her findings will give us some guidance, some direction. It will be helpful to know exactly what we're dealing with. Is it truly ADHD, is it ODD or is it some other issue. In the meantime, there are only 7 days of school left. I don't think I have ever been so glad that a school year is ending!
I know that I can count on your prayers and support during this difficult time in our family, but today, I'm really looking for some practical advice. Someone, somewhere out there has had a similar experience and can share some words of wisdom with me! I know we are not alone. This path has been well worn by the feet of praying, hopeful yet concerned parents. My daughter is worth every tear I've shed...every trip to the Principal's office, every time out, every temper tantrum, and every prayer that I've pleaded. I will not give up on her, even if the school does, even if society does. She is everything to me!
For Part 1, click here.
For Part 2, click here.
For Part 3, click here.
By the time classes started back again, she was ready for the change to Mrs. G's class. I walked her to class that first day and she seemed happy. I got to work, sat down...and prayed. All I could think was...."and now we wait"! Sure enough, the honeymoon period was short. Within the first two weeks, we were right back where we had started. Only this time, it got worse. I got an email from Mrs. G. explaining that Amelia had made some very inappropriate comments to some of her classmates during recess. Apparently, the kids went home and mentioned this to their parents. Consequently, Mrs. G. had gotten several calls and the principal had gotten several emails. I'm not going to say here exactly what the inappropriate comments were but suffice it to say....they were awful and not something that should EVER come out of a 9 year olds mouth. To make a long story short...she was suspended for 3 days! To this day, she denies having said anything even close to what those kids repeated to their parents, but the truth of the matter is, Amelia lies all the time and there was NO WAY for me to know if she was telling the truth or not. There was no way I could defend her.
I immediately called Dr. M and I also called to make an appointment for an evaluation with a neuro-psychologist. Dr. M was able to see us right away...but it would be several weeks before she was seen for the evaluation. Dr. M. spent quite awhile talking with Amelia that day. She upped her anti-depressant to a dosage that I was not comfortable with. I was prescribed this same anti-depressant after I had delivered Nathan for some post partum issues. Amelia was now taking a higher dosage than I was taking some 12 years earlier! I was scared for my daughter.
She had the evaluation with the neuro-psychologist back on May 2nd. We are still waiting for her findings. This was about a 5 hour appointment. I sat patiently in the waiting room,
Two weeks ago, we had another incident with Amelia saying something inappropriate to her classmates. This time, they took her out of Mrs. G's class and have her in Mrs. W's (who is the resource teacher) room for the rest of the year. She is not allowed to interact with her classmates at all. She can't even have lunch in the cafeteria. The good news is that she does much better with one on one interaction.
I'm at the point now where I just don't know what to do. I try to tell myself that I'm doing everything I possibly can to help her. She is fidgety, impulsive, not focused, inattentive and hyper. She's very smart, but she can't slow down enough to think logically. She has no filter. She does not understand that she can't just say whatever she is thinking. She can't grasp that some things are better left unsaid....that she can't just blurt out whatever she's thinking, whenever she's thinking it. She wants so much to be liked and she doesn't understand that the way she behaves pushes people away.
I have cried more tears than I ever thought possible. I want her to be happy, healthy and successful. I want her to be liked and appreciated. She is such a sweet little girl. She has many talents as well as great and creative ideas. She has a wonderful imagination. She has a big heart. She loves her brother and sister immensely. She is feminine, yet, she can climb the heck out of a tree. The best part of her is that she knows how to love! She is so special to me.
This has been a rough year for her. She is suffering. She feels defeated and lost. She told me the other day...."mom, maybe I should just go away". How is it that my precious little 9 year old can feel like that? Please tell me how! So many times I've wanted to just grab her....pack our stuff and just get in the car and drive! Just she and I. I want to take her away from here, from this school, from these teachers, from this mess that's been our life for the last year. She needs to be free from ridicule, from harassment, from the stigma of being "one of those kids"....the "problem child". Oh, if only I could just take the hurt away from her. If I could just make it better. What kind of mother am I that I can't make it better?
As of today we are weaning her off of the anti depressant. I truly think this has not helped her at all. Frankly, I think it's made things worse. We are also waiting for the evaluation from the neuro-psychologist. Her findings will give us some guidance, some direction. It will be helpful to know exactly what we're dealing with. Is it truly ADHD, is it ODD or is it some other issue. In the meantime, there are only 7 days of school left. I don't think I have ever been so glad that a school year is ending!
I know that I can count on your prayers and support during this difficult time in our family, but today, I'm really looking for some practical advice. Someone, somewhere out there has had a similar experience and can share some words of wisdom with me! I know we are not alone. This path has been well worn by the feet of praying, hopeful yet concerned parents. My daughter is worth every tear I've shed...every trip to the Principal's office, every time out, every temper tantrum, and every prayer that I've pleaded. I will not give up on her, even if the school does, even if society does. She is everything to me!
For Part 1, click here.
For Part 2, click here.
For Part 3, click here.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
When a child is hurting, Part 3
By the second quarter, it was as though Amelia had become a different person. I no longer knew this little girl that was my daughter. Her personality had changed. She was always quite dramatic but she began to become very emotional. Her teacher would tell me at least once a week that she was not getting along with the other kids in her class. She was also getting calls from other parents telling her that they didn't want their children sitting next to Amelia. As a parent, this was heartbreaking to hear.
Amelia stopped doing anything independently. During second grade, she was able to do all of her homework on her own. Now, I had to sit with her and walk her through every step. If I stepped away for any reason, she was off task and it took me a good hour to get her back to where she could focus again. It was almost too intense for me. I had to coach her to put her name at the top of the paper, to find the right page in her book...to number her paper. It was like she was back in preschool.
Her reading log was the worst! She was required to read for 20 minutes every night and then write a short observation or summary of what she had read. Simple enough, right? Wrong. It was a struggle every single night! She HATES to read! She HATES to write! Some nights she just refused to do it!
After getting almost constant emails and notes from the teacher, I decided that I had enough and I called the public school office. I learned that they did have a program for private schools for evaluations and assessments. Several weeks later, we were sitting in the county offices, along with Amelia's teachers and several members of the evaluation team. We talked for well over an hour and we came up with three main conclusions:
The school had also been recommending the medication route from the very beginning. I admit that I was against this from the get-go. I have heard horror stories from both family and friends about the danger of these medications and the havoc that they cause in these little bodies. In my mind I had this whole scenario where we would be looking for the right combination of meds for months and months and all the while, filling my daughter with dangerous chemicals that can cause devastating side effects. Plus, I had heard that some of the ADHD medication can cause some of these kids to lose weight. My little Amelia is only 9 years old and was barely 50 lbs. She didn't have a whole lot of reserve to work with. Even so, we called our pediatrician.
Our pediatrician is a wonderful woman who has raised 6 boys! She is a practicing Catholic and is a member of our parish! We've known her for many years. I trust her. When we finally met with her, she explained a lot of things. She sat in an exam room and used the tissue paper on the exam room table as her notebook. She drew pictures of the brain, she explained all about neurotransmitters, serotonin, and dopamine. She was a human encyclopedia of information! After that appointment, I felt like my head would explode, but I was happy. I knew we were in the right place and if anybody could help Amelia, it would be Dr. M. Unfortunately, she gave us yet MORE forms to fill out! I tell you, I'm sick of forms! It's always the same thing....answer "Always, Sometimes, Never"!
After she had a chance to review our responses (as well as the teacher responses), she recommended that we "try" a medication called Tenex. This medication is typically used to lower blood pressure, but she thought it might slow Amelia down just a tad so she could be more functional in the classroom. I agreed because it is a non stimulant. She told us that she really didn't think Amelia had typical ADD/ADHD symptoms. She thought she was exhibiting symptoms more related to something called ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder). She also thought Amelia had some depression/anxiety issues too. Wow. I wasn't prepared to hear that! I've suffered my whole life with depression/anxiety and it upset me to think that this could be a genetic thing....a situation where I've passed on my issues to her! This was mind blowing and if I didn't already feel guilty for allowing the medication, I definitely felt guilty for this! After all, I still struggle with the fact that even though there was no breast cancer in my family, I was still diagnosed with it and now there is a good chance my girls will end up with it too. This was a major blow to me and to tell you the truth, I am still coming to grips with it.
The Tenex made her sleepy for the first week, but, she did a ton better! Mrs. J. said she was able to focus, she stayed in her seat, and she participated in some of the classroom activities! We were all so happy. I was just shocked that we had found a medication that was a non stimulant and it was working! Our happiness lasted only about 4 days. I have come to know the term "honeymoon period" really well now with regard to this type of medication. I'm told this happens all the time...a new medicine works for awhile and then.....it just stops working. Since this is a blood pressure medicine, we were not able to increase the dose. She doesn't weigh much and lower her blood pressure too much could cause her to pass out....or worse! We stopped the Tenex.
Stay tuned for the conclusion of When a child is hurting, Part 4!
Catch up on this series if you've missed it......Part 1 here, and Part 2 here!
Amelia stopped doing anything independently. During second grade, she was able to do all of her homework on her own. Now, I had to sit with her and walk her through every step. If I stepped away for any reason, she was off task and it took me a good hour to get her back to where she could focus again. It was almost too intense for me. I had to coach her to put her name at the top of the paper, to find the right page in her book...to number her paper. It was like she was back in preschool.
Her reading log was the worst! She was required to read for 20 minutes every night and then write a short observation or summary of what she had read. Simple enough, right? Wrong. It was a struggle every single night! She HATES to read! She HATES to write! Some nights she just refused to do it!
After getting almost constant emails and notes from the teacher, I decided that I had enough and I called the public school office. I learned that they did have a program for private schools for evaluations and assessments. Several weeks later, we were sitting in the county offices, along with Amelia's teachers and several members of the evaluation team. We talked for well over an hour and we came up with three main conclusions:
- Her grades were still "too good" so she technically did not qualify for any ESE services.
- Her problems were mostly behavioral related and should be treated as such.
- There were several "accommodations" that should be made for her.
The school had also been recommending the medication route from the very beginning. I admit that I was against this from the get-go. I have heard horror stories from both family and friends about the danger of these medications and the havoc that they cause in these little bodies. In my mind I had this whole scenario where we would be looking for the right combination of meds for months and months and all the while, filling my daughter with dangerous chemicals that can cause devastating side effects. Plus, I had heard that some of the ADHD medication can cause some of these kids to lose weight. My little Amelia is only 9 years old and was barely 50 lbs. She didn't have a whole lot of reserve to work with. Even so, we called our pediatrician.
Our pediatrician is a wonderful woman who has raised 6 boys! She is a practicing Catholic and is a member of our parish! We've known her for many years. I trust her. When we finally met with her, she explained a lot of things. She sat in an exam room and used the tissue paper on the exam room table as her notebook. She drew pictures of the brain, she explained all about neurotransmitters, serotonin, and dopamine. She was a human encyclopedia of information! After that appointment, I felt like my head would explode, but I was happy. I knew we were in the right place and if anybody could help Amelia, it would be Dr. M. Unfortunately, she gave us yet MORE forms to fill out! I tell you, I'm sick of forms! It's always the same thing....answer "Always, Sometimes, Never"!
After she had a chance to review our responses (as well as the teacher responses), she recommended that we "try" a medication called Tenex. This medication is typically used to lower blood pressure, but she thought it might slow Amelia down just a tad so she could be more functional in the classroom. I agreed because it is a non stimulant. She told us that she really didn't think Amelia had typical ADD/ADHD symptoms. She thought she was exhibiting symptoms more related to something called ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder). She also thought Amelia had some depression/anxiety issues too. Wow. I wasn't prepared to hear that! I've suffered my whole life with depression/anxiety and it upset me to think that this could be a genetic thing....a situation where I've passed on my issues to her! This was mind blowing and if I didn't already feel guilty for allowing the medication, I definitely felt guilty for this! After all, I still struggle with the fact that even though there was no breast cancer in my family, I was still diagnosed with it and now there is a good chance my girls will end up with it too. This was a major blow to me and to tell you the truth, I am still coming to grips with it.
The Tenex made her sleepy for the first week, but, she did a ton better! Mrs. J. said she was able to focus, she stayed in her seat, and she participated in some of the classroom activities! We were all so happy. I was just shocked that we had found a medication that was a non stimulant and it was working! Our happiness lasted only about 4 days. I have come to know the term "honeymoon period" really well now with regard to this type of medication. I'm told this happens all the time...a new medicine works for awhile and then.....it just stops working. Since this is a blood pressure medicine, we were not able to increase the dose. She doesn't weigh much and lower her blood pressure too much could cause her to pass out....or worse! We stopped the Tenex.
Stay tuned for the conclusion of When a child is hurting, Part 4!
Catch up on this series if you've missed it......Part 1 here, and Part 2 here!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Prayer Request
Over the years, my sister has experienced a plethora of medical problems. She has had numerous hospitalizations and surgeries. Right now, she appears to be in liver failure and they also found that she has pneumonia.
I would like ask you to pray for Sheri....that God would allow her to heal and recover quickly, that she will get the love and support she needs to overcome this situation, for all the doctors and nurses that are caring for her...and for her husband and daughter (who is 16),
I know she is in good hands but I'm really worried about her. She lives in Indiana and so I can't be there with her right now.
I appreciate your prayers.
When a child is hurting, Part 2
It started, I think, within the first week of Amelia returning to our parish school for second grade. It began with notes in her planner saying things like, "not on task today", "can't stay in her seat", "not following directions". On one particular day, the teacher caught me in the parking lot and explained to me that Amelia had lied to her about finishing an assignment. Amelia said she had finished it, but could not produce it for the teacher. After some investigation, the teacher found the paper crumpled up in the trash can in the classroom, unfinished. We never did get to the bottom of that incident. However, during that meeting in the parking lot, the teacher made a few things very clear....
Amelia's behavior continued to decline, slowly at first but it picked up speed toward the end of the year. At one point, she received something that our school calls an "N.O.C." or "notice of concern". The incident involved an outburst of anger where she slammed her books and her desk chair. I had begun to notice that she was becoming more impulsive with her actions when she was frustrated. Although she was not violent, she definitely was losing grip with self control. I suspected that while Amelia was losing self control, her teacher was losing patience.
Her grades remained stable, with the exception of reading comprehension and math computation. There were some negative remarks on her report card but they mostly had to do with her attitude. Her final report card was good, as far as I was concerned. She passed to the third grade and I was thankful. They did mention that she needed to work on reading and math over the summer. The resource teacher provided a packet of worksheets for her to work on. Dan's sister is a kindergarten teacher in the public school system. Since our kids usually spent most of their summers with her, she agreed to work with Amelia on her reading skills and to help her complete the summer work that the school assigned.
That summer went well. Her aunt worked with her ALL SUMMER LONG and by the time school started, Amelia's reading level was exactly where it needed to be for beginning third grade. Her first quarter grades were terrific..all A's and B's. However, it wasn't long before her behavior began to take a dive...again. When the third grade teacher worked with her one on one, she did fine, but again, she was struggling within the classroom setting. She couldn't sit still. She fidgeted with anything and everything. The teacher tried moving her all over the classroom in hopes of finding her a "spot" that worked. She was becoming more and more of a distraction for the other students.
Tune in tomorrow for When a child is hurting, Part 3!
You can read Part 1 by clicking here!
- This teacher let it "slip" that she was not a fan of homeschooling.
- This teacher made her opinion quite obvious that Amelia was "not ready for second grade".
- This teacher implied that Amelia's inability to stay in her seat or stay on task was directly related to homeschooling the previous year.
Amelia's behavior continued to decline, slowly at first but it picked up speed toward the end of the year. At one point, she received something that our school calls an "N.O.C." or "notice of concern". The incident involved an outburst of anger where she slammed her books and her desk chair. I had begun to notice that she was becoming more impulsive with her actions when she was frustrated. Although she was not violent, she definitely was losing grip with self control. I suspected that while Amelia was losing self control, her teacher was losing patience.
Her grades remained stable, with the exception of reading comprehension and math computation. There were some negative remarks on her report card but they mostly had to do with her attitude. Her final report card was good, as far as I was concerned. She passed to the third grade and I was thankful. They did mention that she needed to work on reading and math over the summer. The resource teacher provided a packet of worksheets for her to work on. Dan's sister is a kindergarten teacher in the public school system. Since our kids usually spent most of their summers with her, she agreed to work with Amelia on her reading skills and to help her complete the summer work that the school assigned.
That summer went well. Her aunt worked with her ALL SUMMER LONG and by the time school started, Amelia's reading level was exactly where it needed to be for beginning third grade. Her first quarter grades were terrific..all A's and B's. However, it wasn't long before her behavior began to take a dive...again. When the third grade teacher worked with her one on one, she did fine, but again, she was struggling within the classroom setting. She couldn't sit still. She fidgeted with anything and everything. The teacher tried moving her all over the classroom in hopes of finding her a "spot" that worked. She was becoming more and more of a distraction for the other students.
Tune in tomorrow for When a child is hurting, Part 3!
You can read Part 1 by clicking here!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
When a child is hurting, Part 1
What do you do when one of your children is hurting? I don't mean the kind of hurt that can be fixed by a band aid or some ointment. I mean the kind of hurt that is deep inside. The kind of hurt that a parent can't fix. No amount of kissing, hugging or rocking can fix this. One of my babies is in deep trouble and I don't know how to help her.
It's not often that I feel helpless as a parent. I'm 48 years old. I'm an adult. I'm supposed to know what to do when it comes to my kids. This time, I don't. Dan and I have tried everything we know to try. We are at a loss for what to do next. Frustration has set in.
Some background....
My middle child is 9 years old. She is in the 3rd grade. She attended PreK4 and Kindergarten at our parish school. She did very well. Just before she began first grade, we decided that we would homeschool our kids. Although it was a life long desire of mine to homeschool our kids, our decision to finally make the leap was a financial one. We just couldn't swing the tuition for our 3 kids without a little help from Dan's parents and we were tired (and prideful) of being so needy. Sending them to a public school was just NOT an option for us....thus our decision to homeschool.
All three of our kids did well that year. We used a Catholic homeschooling curriculum called Catholic Heritage Curricula. I loved it! Every subject integrated our Catholic faith! Amelia finished her first grade materials easily. The only issue I saw was that she struggled with reading. She had a tendency (still does) to jump ahead of herself and read a word or thought that isn't there...yet. She was always in such a hurry to get through her reading that it seemed she just didn't want to take the time to sound out a word. She would just guess.
We had a ball that year! We took our first family vacation EVER to Tennessee...right when our parish school had just begun the year! This was so freeing! We went on lots of field trips...to the zoo, the alligator farm, our local arboretum and lots of parks! We played and worked at our own pace. Sometimes we stuck to a strict schedule and sometimes....we just played it all by ear!
Certainly we had days where it was a struggle to stay on task, but for the most part, everyone was agreeable and happy. Occasionally, one of them would have a melt down, or would just refuse to be productive. The beauty of the homeschooling lifestyle was the fact that it was OK to skip a day or two....to just chill out! We weren't following the school's rules...we didn't have to get through certain things on a certain day. We got it done when we got it done. And guess what? It all got done! We survived! As a matter of fact, my kids thrived and so did I. It was a year I will never forget.
The decision to return to our parish school the next year was not an easy one. I wouldn't say that the decision was mutual, between my husband and I, but it was necessary for one of us to compromise. Since both Dan and I work part time, we had to "tag-team" during the week for the "teacher" responsibilities. My husband is an elementary school teacher, but he found it difficult to teach his own children. After much discussion and prayer, it was decided the kids would return to our parish school the next year.
This is where the story gets interesting....and heartbreaking. Stay tuned for "When a child is hurting, Part 2".
It's not often that I feel helpless as a parent. I'm 48 years old. I'm an adult. I'm supposed to know what to do when it comes to my kids. This time, I don't. Dan and I have tried everything we know to try. We are at a loss for what to do next. Frustration has set in.
Some background....
My middle child is 9 years old. She is in the 3rd grade. She attended PreK4 and Kindergarten at our parish school. She did very well. Just before she began first grade, we decided that we would homeschool our kids. Although it was a life long desire of mine to homeschool our kids, our decision to finally make the leap was a financial one. We just couldn't swing the tuition for our 3 kids without a little help from Dan's parents and we were tired (and prideful) of being so needy. Sending them to a public school was just NOT an option for us....thus our decision to homeschool.
All three of our kids did well that year. We used a Catholic homeschooling curriculum called Catholic Heritage Curricula. I loved it! Every subject integrated our Catholic faith! Amelia finished her first grade materials easily. The only issue I saw was that she struggled with reading. She had a tendency (still does) to jump ahead of herself and read a word or thought that isn't there...yet. She was always in such a hurry to get through her reading that it seemed she just didn't want to take the time to sound out a word. She would just guess.
We had a ball that year! We took our first family vacation EVER to Tennessee...right when our parish school had just begun the year! This was so freeing! We went on lots of field trips...to the zoo, the alligator farm, our local arboretum and lots of parks! We played and worked at our own pace. Sometimes we stuck to a strict schedule and sometimes....we just played it all by ear!
Certainly we had days where it was a struggle to stay on task, but for the most part, everyone was agreeable and happy. Occasionally, one of them would have a melt down, or would just refuse to be productive. The beauty of the homeschooling lifestyle was the fact that it was OK to skip a day or two....to just chill out! We weren't following the school's rules...we didn't have to get through certain things on a certain day. We got it done when we got it done. And guess what? It all got done! We survived! As a matter of fact, my kids thrived and so did I. It was a year I will never forget.
The decision to return to our parish school the next year was not an easy one. I wouldn't say that the decision was mutual, between my husband and I, but it was necessary for one of us to compromise. Since both Dan and I work part time, we had to "tag-team" during the week for the "teacher" responsibilities. My husband is an elementary school teacher, but he found it difficult to teach his own children. After much discussion and prayer, it was decided the kids would return to our parish school the next year.
This is where the story gets interesting....and heartbreaking. Stay tuned for "When a child is hurting, Part 2".
Allergy?
Overheard conversation between Olivia and Amelia this morning....
Olivia: Oh Mia look! The sucker fish is moving around! It's sucking on the side of the tank! It must have found some allergy to eat!
Amelia: Livvy, allergy is a sickness, not fish food!
Olivia: Oh Mia look! The sucker fish is moving around! It's sucking on the side of the tank! It must have found some allergy to eat!
Amelia: Livvy, allergy is a sickness, not fish food!
Monday, May 13, 2013
The Day After
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| My Mother's Day gifts 2013 |
Dan had to work early, so it was just the kids and I for much of the afternoon! Our first stop was Bed, Bath and Beyond. I wanted to pick up a new canister set and dish drain. We've had the same ones for almost 16 years (they were wedding gifts) and I decided it was time for something new!
After that, we headed to Panera's for lunch! They make the absolute best French Onion Soup! Then, it was off to the movies! We saw The Croods! I wish I could give you a good movie review, but to tell you the truth, I slept through most of it! Nathan woke me up near the end to tell me that I was snoring! The kids seemed to enjoy it, though.
When Dan came home from work, we all headed out to Red Lobster for dinner! It's a treat for all 5 of us to out together as it can get pretty expensive! We enjoyed broiled garlic shrimp and lobster pizza! Yummo!
Everybody was exhausted by the time we got home. It was a wonderful day!
I spent much of Sunday doing the normal weekly chores...laundry and more laundry. I managed to get quite a few things done though including changing out the new canisters and dish drain. I also took care of the window ledge over the kitchen sink (it's a catch all), and I cleaned out the medicine cupboard! You would not believe all the expired stuff in there! I think I'm ready for the week to begin! Only 3 more weeks until schools out!
Happy Monday!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Hardest Job
Being a mom is the hardest job on the planet. When I came to this realization, I was shocked. This isn't something that anyone tells you about before you become a parent. None of the "parents to be" books that I read mentioned any of this. To tell you the truth, I feel a little misled.
On the other hand, being a mom has also been my biggest joy in life! I have smiled more, laughed more, hugged more and loved more. There are days when I feel in complete control and days when I feel like throwing my hands up and saying, "I QUIT"!
Sometimes I feel very inadequate and unprepared...even from one day to the next. I'm continually amused there is no training manual...no classes to show you how to do it. One day, you go to the hospital and the next, the nurses hand you this baby and say..."here ya go"! Doesn't anyone else think that's completely nuts?
I had a good mom. My sister and I were always clean, clothed and fed. Our mom took care of us when we were sick and made sure we took our vitamins. Still, she wasn't "present" to us. She was an alcoholic. She was "present" to the alcohol....or, perhaps it was vice versa, I'm not sure. I knew she loved us but I always felt as though she loved the alcohol more.
This will be my 7th Mother's Day without my mom. She died in October of 2006. I miss her. It wasn't until AFTER her death that I finally had a grasp of this disease that she lived her whole life fighting. Alcoholism IS a disease you know. It's deadly.
After she died, I realized that she was free from it....forever. Finally. I had come to understand her struggle...from one mother to another. I had finally come to the place where I could forgive her for not being the mom I wanted her to be. She was the best mother she could be.
I came across a very special post on A Holy Experience this morning. I haven't had much time for blog reading lately and I've truly missed it. I'm so thankful that I found it. The post is titled, "Why Mother's Day is for the Birds". If you read nothing else today, please read this post. Just like Ann, I am no Hallmark mother, but I am real. I am a Velveteen Mother.
What kind of mother are you?
Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms out there!
On the other hand, being a mom has also been my biggest joy in life! I have smiled more, laughed more, hugged more and loved more. There are days when I feel in complete control and days when I feel like throwing my hands up and saying, "I QUIT"!
Sometimes I feel very inadequate and unprepared...even from one day to the next. I'm continually amused there is no training manual...no classes to show you how to do it. One day, you go to the hospital and the next, the nurses hand you this baby and say..."here ya go"! Doesn't anyone else think that's completely nuts?
I had a good mom. My sister and I were always clean, clothed and fed. Our mom took care of us when we were sick and made sure we took our vitamins. Still, she wasn't "present" to us. She was an alcoholic. She was "present" to the alcohol....or, perhaps it was vice versa, I'm not sure. I knew she loved us but I always felt as though she loved the alcohol more.
This will be my 7th Mother's Day without my mom. She died in October of 2006. I miss her. It wasn't until AFTER her death that I finally had a grasp of this disease that she lived her whole life fighting. Alcoholism IS a disease you know. It's deadly.
After she died, I realized that she was free from it....forever. Finally. I had come to understand her struggle...from one mother to another. I had finally come to the place where I could forgive her for not being the mom I wanted her to be. She was the best mother she could be.
I came across a very special post on A Holy Experience this morning. I haven't had much time for blog reading lately and I've truly missed it. I'm so thankful that I found it. The post is titled, "Why Mother's Day is for the Birds". If you read nothing else today, please read this post. Just like Ann, I am no Hallmark mother, but I am real. I am a Velveteen Mother.
What kind of mother are you?
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| My mom -Dianne Corniola 1934-2006 |
Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms out there!
Friday, May 10, 2013
It's Friday!
This has been one of those weeks that has dragged on and on for me. For one thing, I've got 3 very sick kids at home at the moment. Each of them succumbed at different times, but the bottom line is....they all have strep throat! Yuk!
Thankfully, we were able to get all three of them to the doctor's office at the same time! They are all being treated with antibiotics and hopefully they will all be on the mend soon. The only negative to this (besides feeling awful) is that we had to pay three co pays for the doctor visit...and three co pays for the drugs! This has been an expensive illness!
Some other good news....as of today...there are only 3 weeks left of school! The last day is May 31! I don't think I have ever been so glad that a school year has come to a close...seriously! I'm not sure how families with more than 2 or 3 children manage it. It certainly helps if you're organized...which I am NOT....and THAT, my friends, is why I am glad it's almost over!
I really think that organization is something you have to be born with. I mean, yes, you can take classes...you can buy organizational helps and books, but I think it has to be something in your DNA. I have tried everything to be organized. It works for awhile, but then, I slip right back into my old habits.
I've pretty much decided that I will never be an organized person...as a whole. BUT, I'm thinking that if I can change just ONE thing...just ONE bad habit...I CAN be successful! At the very least, I can find a way to keep my three kids organized for school. Permission slips, projects, assignments, deadlines, reading logs, etc. all have a way of bringing me down and making me feel defeated. I WILL find a way to combat this problem. I WILL do it! I've got to!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Thankfully, we were able to get all three of them to the doctor's office at the same time! They are all being treated with antibiotics and hopefully they will all be on the mend soon. The only negative to this (besides feeling awful) is that we had to pay three co pays for the doctor visit...and three co pays for the drugs! This has been an expensive illness!
Some other good news....as of today...there are only 3 weeks left of school! The last day is May 31! I don't think I have ever been so glad that a school year has come to a close...seriously! I'm not sure how families with more than 2 or 3 children manage it. It certainly helps if you're organized...which I am NOT....and THAT, my friends, is why I am glad it's almost over!
I really think that organization is something you have to be born with. I mean, yes, you can take classes...you can buy organizational helps and books, but I think it has to be something in your DNA. I have tried everything to be organized. It works for awhile, but then, I slip right back into my old habits.
I've pretty much decided that I will never be an organized person...as a whole. BUT, I'm thinking that if I can change just ONE thing...just ONE bad habit...I CAN be successful! At the very least, I can find a way to keep my three kids organized for school. Permission slips, projects, assignments, deadlines, reading logs, etc. all have a way of bringing me down and making me feel defeated. I WILL find a way to combat this problem. I WILL do it! I've got to!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Extra Long Hiatus!
I can't believe that I've been away from my blog for almost 4 months! To tell you the truth...I haven't had much to say over these past months. Except, of course, for complaining! Although none of you have ever said anything to me, I just felt like if all I do is complain, then what's the point of visiting here.
We all go through seasons in our lives. I believe that my "poor me" season is coming to an end! I do have some great challenges coming up, though, and writing about them usually enables me to gain perspective and focus.
I will be glad to get back to sharing what's going on with me, my family, my faith, my friends and my fears....although little by little, I'm learning to shed the fear...to be bold and push through it!
I've missed you! I really have!
We all go through seasons in our lives. I believe that my "poor me" season is coming to an end! I do have some great challenges coming up, though, and writing about them usually enables me to gain perspective and focus.
I will be glad to get back to sharing what's going on with me, my family, my faith, my friends and my fears....although little by little, I'm learning to shed the fear...to be bold and push through it!
I've missed you! I really have!
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