As we all know, today is Thursday. Nothing special about Thursday except for me trying to remember to write something about NaNoWriMo, work, and of course, my son’s weekly therapy session. Nothing at all noteworthy except for the NaNo part.
Not today. Oh no, today is exceptional and worthy of note. This kind of day can be used as a plot bunny in so many stories.
The day started off normal. The kid and I were running a bit late getting him to school. No big deal there. It takes about a half hour to get from our current apartment to the school and there’s plenty of traffic to get through between both; especially around Wal-Mart and the 244 on-ramps. It gets bad when school is in or lets out. Like I said, nothing out of the ordinary.
I did manage to get a couple of ref sketches done of my chakat trio done before clocking in at work. Got one done, needs refining only, and the other is about 2/3 done. Pretty good for an hour and a half of drawing while chatting with co-workers.
Everything is fine until almost time for me to leave to get Dave and head off to where my son’s speech therapy is done. Phone rings, but I’m not able to answer due to being on the clock. Only a few minutes later, I’m heading to the clock and checking to see who called and why. I see Dave’s number and wonder, so I listen to the voice mail he left.
Mom wasn’t there to pick him up when the bus pulled up at her place. (That’s another post and an extremely long rant for another day) She can’t be reached at work, at her place, or on her cell (She never keeps it turned on which me, my brother and sister, and everyone else think she should because of things like this). When she doesn’t show to get Colin from the bus, the bus takes him to the south bus depot and calls Dave to let him know where he is and where to find the place so we can pick him up.
So, as I race to grab my purse and rush to the car, I leave a frantic voice mail on mom’s work phone then, literally, burn rubber to get home to get Dave then off to find this bus depot. I doubt anyone would have blamed me to speeding just to get/find my son. What mother wouldn’t?
Dave and I NEVER located the southern bus depot. It is hidden very well someplace around 41st street between Memorial and Sheridan. While trying to find this blasted place, I had Dave call the school and get the exact address and directions so we can retrieve our little squirt and get him to his therapy session. We come to find out, after they double checked, mom had showed up at the school and they had the bus bring him BACK so she could meet us there.
NO ONE CALLED TO TELL US HE WAS SAFE WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here I am, frantic and hoping he’s behaving himself, wondering if he’s okay, and he is safe and sound with his Grammy, waiting for us to arrive so he and his daddy could go to Grammy’s house for his anger management session with another therapist. A lot of driving, gas, and worry could have been saved if someone had called and said he was with her and already there.
So, my son got to have an adventure today. Mom did make sure the school, the buses, and his teachers knew Thursdays she picks him up, not the bus. Last week, he reminded his teacher he was to go to therapy so he was waiting for her. After reminding him about today before letting him out of the car, he should have remembered to speak up again. But, he’s only seven and probably forgot which is fine. No huge deal.
Now, what I find cute in all of this is, the bus driver told my mom when he dropped off at the school is he asked if they were going to take him to therapy today. That is adorable! The bus drivers, both very nice women, think he’s just the sweetest thing and found this question so cute. He was very polite about it to them.
Well, on top of all this excitement, he did very well today in school. He was well-behaved, didn’t disrupt class, helped when asked, and even had fun. His speech therapist had nothing but praise for how well he is learning to use questions and raising his hand when requesting the teacher’s attention. Things are improving for him in school because of this. We still need to work with him on keeping his attention focused and to remember to ask when he needs something, but he’s getting better each day.
Now, in school, his IEP (special ed) teacher uses money to help children to learn how to behave properly. The children start off the week with a certain amount and if they do well, they earn money and if they do bad, such as disrupting the class with shadow puppets, the child pays her. at the end of the week, if they have a positive balance, they get to do something special; such as have time on the computer for games.
She also uses a color scale to help show the parents how the child does during the day. It ranges from Blue, which is the best, to red, which is very bad. He has yet to get to the red zone, thankfully, but he has come home with a yellow once. Rest of the time, he has had either a blue or green which is very good for him.
Last week, mom promised Colin that if he was good all week, he’d get to go bowling on Saturday. He struggled through Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but did very bad on Thursday (his yellow day). I was ready to make him sit at home with his father the whole weekend. he looked so forlorn about losing this one fun thing, mom and Dave made him a deal. If he could do extra special good on Friday, he’d get to go bowling.
Well, he did and got plenty of praise from both his teachers for doing so well and they sent home a note about him and how helpful he was. So, he earned himself a couple of games of bowling. Just for the record, he beat my mom in both games. That’s a post for another day. 😉
I’m hoping this is the year he can turn things around and start to improve in all areas. My son has a love of learning but his problems don’t make it easy. ADHD is just the beginning. Through testing, we found out he has what is called encopresis, a developmental problem in the speech sectors of the brain. He has a hard time articulating, which makes telling people what he wants to say. We also believe he is mildly autistic due to other little quirks he has; such as the impulsiveness, not liking loud places or noises, and a few texture dislikes.
Colin is definitely a special kid, but he’s a good kid. The more he improves now, the better it’ll be when he’s older and needing these normal social skills to survive a day in middle school, junior high, or even high school.
I will say one thing now, he is very ambitious. Seven years old and he wants to drive and call the shots. He’ll try to take on someone more than twice his size and age.
That’s it for now. Who knows what tomorrow and the weekend will bring.