Thursday, October 28, 2010

Un Vrai Monsieur

Each month at the children's' school they have an event they call une "Concentration." In effect a school assembly where any child has the opportunity to present themselves (a particular skill or talent) before the assembled school body. Parents are invited to attend. Generally there are a few class presentations and a smattering of children. It lasts about an hour.

Yesterday Sam came home with a note from his teacher informing us that he would be reciting a poem (from memory) at this month's Concentration. Wonderful except the Concentration was this morning. Thanks for the notice. Normally I would move mountains to attend but I need some notice to get my earth-moving equipment in place. I had an important meeting this morning that I could not avoid and while I did all the math in my head to figure out how I could do both it was evident by the time I woke up this morning (yes I thought about this at random moments through the night) that I wouldn't be able to go. This was complicated because Daniel is deep in the doghouse for missing out on a field trip he was supposed to accompany Kamryn on yesterday morning. I know he has a medical appointment this morning that would make his own attendance problematic and I wasn't in the mood to discuss contingencies with him after the field trip fiasco.

Anyway so there I am feeling guilty and I decided to just arm Sam with everything I could and send him off with good wishes and the support of his awesome big sister. I set out a brand new school uniform for him - pants, a turtleneck and a vest. Then he asked if he could wear a tie. He was so excited. I pointed out that to wear a tie he needed to wear a shirt not a turtleneck and went to help him get organized. He then explained to his guilt-wracked mother (with pride in his voice) why he wanted to wear a tie: "je veux porter une cravate, Maman, pour être comme un vrai monsieur qui travail; comme toi Maman." (Translation: I want to wear a tie, Mommy, to be like a real man who works; like you Mommy.)

He melted my heart.

I wish he had a cellphone so I could call my 6 year old and see how it went. I'd ask Daniel but I don't even know if he went because of the whole doghouse thing - communication was poor this morning.

I hope he didn't speak too fast. He has a tendancy to do that; as do I.

Monday, October 25, 2010

I'm frustrated and worried.

Sam. What am I going to do with Sam.

We had a meeting last week with his teacher. Same meeting we have every school year around this time (about a month before 1st quarter report cards are released and formal parent-teacher interviews are held). Sam is #2 in his class academically out of 22 kids. He is reading in the top group. He is approximately 30% ahead of his peers. We know this because he attends a Montessori-like elementary school and he is that far ahead in completed individual work. He is athletically talented. He is social and friendly. He likes to please.

On the other hand: His desk is separated from the other students in the class by a cement wall (the classroom has a small section at the front separated by a wall probably intended for supply cabinets etc.). That is the only way, his teacher explains, that he can get any work done; if not he can’t stay in his chair; can’t work and consistently disturbs the other kids in the class so that they can’t work either. When the class lines up, he lines up separately because if not the teacher constantly has to respond to squabbles in line as he pokes, punches and pushes the other children. He can’t stop talking even when no one is listening. Sometimes he isn’t even using words. I can’t let him play outside unsupervised because there will be conflict with the other children on the street. He’s defiant to the point of his own detriment and he knows this but it is more important to him to get his own way than peacefully back down (avoiding any negative consequences).

Punishment doesn’t work. He NEVER takes responsibility for anything. He lies. He blames another child and if that doesn’t work he blames the punisher (he had to see the principal last week because he challenged his teacher for marking his behaviour for the day as poor). I don’t know when to believe him because he tells the truth so infrequently (and he is such a poor liar). At home and at school I believe he gets punished for things he hasn’t done. To quote his 8 year-old sister (who came up with this explanation completely on her own) – because he always lies the other children blame him for everything since adults never believe him innocent.

Reward doesn’t work. Well it will work once but you MUST escalate the reward or he immediately loses interest and he EXPECTS a reward whenever his behaviour is even remotely appropriate (we’re not talking stickers here people but major rewards like restaurant dining). Praise works but only briefly (less than 2 minutes; he beams and then forgets what behaviour he was just praised for).

He lacks appropriate social skills. While he is friendly and loves to play he doesn’t pick up on social cues at all. He is intensely selfish in the way he plays. Some kids don’t like to share; Dominic only believes in sharing when he is the beneficiary. He bullies. If a child has a toy he wants he will negotiate to get it (and he easily outsmarts his peers). If that doesn’t work he will just take. He sulks – always the persecuted one. In sports, he is generally better than his peers. He will take the ball or puck and simply keep it, playing alone in many ways with the other children as props. He doesn’t understand why at that point no one wants to continue the game. When the children drift away he will follow. The only way for him to understand they don’t want to play with him is when they push or hit him (sometimes he doesn’t even respond to that and laughs manically as if they are just kidding). The teacher gives him a behaviour rating each day of green, yellow, or red. Lately it’s been mostly yellow. The first few weeks of the school year it was consistently red. At the meeting we mentioned the change to her and she told us “oh no I almost never give out red, that's only for very serious offences like those involving intimidation.” She’s forgotten. She’s give him at least 10 this school year. I think of everything I worry about his social ineptitude the most (I can handle his kinetic nature).

He is a tattletale and constantly reports on anything and everything anyone else might do wrong. It gets VERY tiresome at home where I only have to remind him that Maya’s behaviour isn’t his responsibility. I can’t imagine what his teacher must be dealing with (she did mention this problem). At summer camp this summer the camp counsellors nicknamed him “the informer” (wonderful, eh?)

The reason behind last week’s parent conference was to ask us if we’d be willing to meet with the school social worker (I think that is the first step in initiating school-based testing for behavioural/academic problems like ADHD something the school normally doesn’t do until a child is older.).

I think he has ADHD but can’t reconcile his academic success or the fact that if I sit him at a desk and ask him to finish a homework page he can do that quietly and efficiently as long as he is alone in the room. Oh and he can do that for hours. I wonder about Fetal Alcohol Effects but his advanced intelligence suggest this isn't the case. He has had no observable delays and he also has none of the physical characteristics. He just doesn't fit the criteria but what do I know?

We have an appointment with a psychologist on November 8th. Longest two-week wait of my life.

Friday, October 22, 2010

A the hopelessness of it all...

Okay I'm failing in the supermommy department. I'm literally run frazzled. Dominic has missed doing his homework something like 3 times this month. As he reads at a first-grade level that is certainly not his fault. I'm working on letting this go as

1) I'm a working-mom of two who still finds time to maintain a household (however poorly) and volunteer at various activities in support of her children.
2) I started a brand-new (demanding) job less than a month ago and I'm still getting up to speed on an area of the world that I would have been hard-pressed to accurately identify on a map 6 weeks ago.
3) I get almost NO help from my husband who gets home from school past 8 pm four our of five nights a week, regularly disappears for hours at a time on the weekend and gets really grumpy (and thus completely useless) if I encourage him to help me do something family-oriented during non-school hours as he "has to study."
4) Am still recovering from the minor back-injury I sustained 6-weeks ago in an automobile accident.

So ya.... letting things go.

We got a notice home from school that school photos would be taken on the 13th and the 14th of October. Un-hunh. Thanks for narrowing it down. Kamryn came home with a note saying hers would be the 14th. Nothing from Sam (although I expect we're not getting everything we should be getting). There was no school the 12th for the Thanksgiving Day holiday. Sam said nothing about photos. On the 13th after work I rushed home, grabbed the kiddos and rushed to the mall to get Sam a much needed haircut so he would look good for his picture. At the END of his haircut he says to me "oh, we had pictures taken today."

"Wonderful!" I thought, "he wasn't even wearing decent clothes (well they were decent as he wears a uniform but I would have put him in the nicer elements like a button-down shirt had I known). " But we're letting things go remember ...

Yesterday they bring their photos home. Kamryn's for the first time in years are wonderful. Nice smile; nothing goofy. Great! We'll take 6 dozen! And then there are Sam's. His hair looked fine despite being too long. As luck would have it the golf shirt he was wearing looked just fine. In generally a neat well turned out appearance. So far so good, eh? Not so much. His face? He has the most hideous grimace that you can imagine. He is PERFECTLY capable of smiling nicely for a photo; however, why smile nicely for a photo and please your parents when instead you can make all your friends laugh by grimacing wildly. Sigh. I guess it's back to plan B and taking him to the mall after Christmas to get his school photo re-taken. Why would I ever worry about his hair and clothes?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The life of a suit.

So I own this suit. It consists of a chocolate brown pencil skirt and a brown short cropped double breasted jacket with a black velvet collar. It could be described as figure hugging. It’s an old suit. I wore it when Daniel, unexpectedly, proposed in 1997. It was a new suit then (maybe the first time I wore it?) It’s a size 14. That’s the size I wore when I got married. I thought I was happy that size. I thought I looked good. At some point in 1998 the suit got too tight and I stopped wearing it. At some point in 1998 I got frustrated with my size and I joined Weight Watchers. At 5’9” I weighed 197 pounds (I was horrifed!). I lost just over 50 pounds in about 9 months. I dropped from a size 16 (I didn’t own any clothes that were size 16 but I should have) to a size 6. I don’t look good as a size 6 – I look like a heron crane, a sick heron crane. You know how people tell you they are big-boned. Well I am. I wear a 9.5 size glove for instance. I purposefully gained 5 pounds or so and was a comfortable size 8 at about 155 pounds. I had to buy an entirely new wardrobe. I had all my clothes tailored – including the suit. It’s still a size 14 but it has been tailored to fit a size 8 me.

So I kept the weight off for a good while (more than 5 years) but slowly my old habits reasserted themselves and slowly (and then quickly) I gained the weight back. The suit didn’t fit anymore. I hung it in the closet and the velvet collar got dusty. I didn’t give it away like I’d proudly done with many of my “fat” clothes. It mocked me whenever I went into the closet. I didn’t think I would ever wear it again. I cursed myself for getting it tailored. It hung in my closet untouched for 5 years.

This summer when I started dieting I tried it on – ugh! I looked at the little tag that now erroneously read size 14 and shook my head. I couldn’t pull the skit on over my hips. This is AFTER I’d lost at least ten pounds. I wasn’t too upset. I had decided when I started to diet that I wasn’t going back in time… that I was 42… that I didn’t particularly hate my body… that I was fine with being a size 12. I wanted to be a real size 12 though not a size 14 wearing size 12 clothes. That decision meant that all my skinny clothes would likely never be worn again. I was shocked at the quantity of size 8 clothes I had. I began to think about getting rid of them. They were clothes that I couldn’t even put on much less wrestle closed. The suit I thought I would save for nostalgic reasons – like my wedding dress…

Losing weight is funny. I’ve probably lost 25 – 30 pounds. Maybe more (I don’t know what I was when I started). 10 pounds is supposed to represent a size. My measuring stick has been my clothes. First the size 12s started fitting properly. That phase lasted a LONG time. Then they started getting a little loose – again a long time. Then over night NOTHING I own fit anymore. Literally overnight. They fit on Friday and on Saturday I couldn’t cinch my belt any tighter and my pants were still falling off (a little annoying that). I didn’t mean to lose this much. I said I would stop before I got here but I was kind of surprised so it’s not really my fault. My skinny clothes still don’t quite fit but I can wear them (most of them). My “fat” clothes look ridiculous on me. I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to shop (well I do but I don’t have any money). I’m now a little addicted to losing. I said I would stop at 169 (my Weight Watchers goal weight) but I passed that on the weekend and 160 looks so close and so easy (at 30, 160 was a good weight for me) so maybe…

It’s time to think about stopping though because today I wore the suit. It fits again – perfectly. It makes me feel skinny.