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Before I could take my son home from his daycare yesterday, I had to sign an "Incident Report." It seems he has a new afternoon teacher, and he has decided her limits need to be tested. She only had 4 lines to write down everything he had done, so she wrote very small to get it all one there. It seems that he threw his shoes at her (they were confiscated and he had to spend the rest of the day in his sock feet), tried to bite her (she was too fast and got away from him), tried to throw a large toy metal truck at her, and not only did he refuse to stay in time out when she tried to punish him, he taunted her by saying, "Ha, ha! I'm moving out of time out!"
The sad thing is, I couldn't get angry when I read the report, because I was too busy feeling relieved that he hadn't bit another child and no one got hurt.
I always wanted to be the mother of that kid that everyone loves and can't get enough of. The kid that teacher tell you is a joy to work with, and kids clamor to be the one who gets to play with him. Instead, I am the mother who buys books with titles like Raising Your Spirited Child to try to figure out how to handle a little boy who is a little more intense than other kids. He's more headstrong, more curious, more impatient, more sensitive, more everything. I'm pretty sure his new teacher is convinced he is more pain that she wants to deal with.
"You were a pill today," I said to my son.
"Let's go home," he said. "I'm hungry."
He pretends not to hear criticism, and yelling at him just causes him to shut down and start screaming himself. I mulled over how to handle him while I buckled him into his seat. As we drove off, he started talking about Scooby Doo. He recently discovered the What's New, Scooby Doo? series and he loves it.
"Can I watch a Scooby Doo movie when we get home?" he asked.
"No," I told him, "Because you were ugly to your teacher."
I heard a small gasp from the backseat. No Scooby? Impossible!
"But, I want to watch Scooby Doo!" Want and need are the same thing to his mind.
"If you're good tomorrow, maybe you can watch a movie then. Tonight, you can't watch any movies."
"But I know where all the movies are kept," he said smugly.
"If you try to watch your movies when I've told you that you can't, I'll take them away. I'll put them all in the attic," I said. I paused, "Where the monsters live."
He's believes there are monsters in the attic. I'm not certain where he got the idea, but he's very concerned when his father or I go up there. We've told him if there are monsters in the attic, they are nice like the ones on Sesame Street, but he prefers not to have anything to do with any sort of monsters.
"There are a lot of movies," he said calmly, "You can't hold them all."
"I'll put them in a bag and put the bag in the attic."
"But there are a lot of movies."
"I'll use a big a bag."
He was quiet for a moment.
"If you put all my movies in the attic," he said, "I'll build a castle out of my toys and use my grabnabber to open the attic and get the movies out." His grabnabber is a toy with a plastic claw that picks up sand or other toys. He's sure it can be used to reach all pretty much anything. I understood his plan was to pile all his toys in the hallway beneath the pull-down door to the attic and use the "grabnabber" to grab the rope pull on the door and thus give him access to the Scooby Doo movies I planned deny him. He was certain he would be victorious. But I have been on this earth much longer than he has, and am thus wiser and more cunning than he.
"I'll cut the string off of the attic door, and then you won't have anything to grab with your grabnabber. The door won't open at all. Even Daddy won't be able to open it if I cut the string off."
Thwarted by my evil genius, he started to cry. "No! No! You aren't allowed to cut the string off of the attic! That would be stupid!"
"Don't you throw your shoes at me," I said. I couldn't see behind me in the dark, but I sensed he was considering this option. He continued to whimper. Then he rolled down his window. I used my "Mom" controls on my door to roll it back up and lock it. This infuriated him further.
"I hate that button! It's a stupid 'ol button! I want it taken out of this car!"
"Too bad."
By the time we got home, he was exhausted and subdued. When I opened the back door to let him out, I noticed his shoes were kicked off and lying on the floorboard. He had to walk up to the house in his socks, which he "hates" doing because it's "stupid."
By dinner, he was calm and had accepted that there would be no movie to watch.
By bedtime, he was sleepy, but still concerned I might cut the string off of the attic door. He advised he that the string is supposed to be there, and it would be bad if it were gone. He was calm and rational when he explained this to me.
I told him I agreed that the string should probably be left on the attic, and I'd think it over before I cut it off.
Hopefully, today will be a better day.
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Before I could take my son home from his daycare yesterday, I had to sign an "Incident Report." It seems he has a new afternoon teacher, and he has decided her limits need to be tested. She only had 4 lines to write down everything he had done, so she wrote very small to get it all one there. It seems that he threw his shoes at her (they were confiscated and he had to spend the rest of the day in his sock feet), tried to bite her (she was too fast and got away from him), tried to throw a large toy metal truck at her, and not only did he refuse to stay in time out when she tried to punish him, he taunted her by saying, "Ha, ha! I'm moving out of time out!"
The sad thing is, I couldn't get angry when I read the report, because I was too busy feeling relieved that he hadn't bit another child and no one got hurt.
I always wanted to be the mother of that kid that everyone loves and can't get enough of. The kid that teacher tell you is a joy to work with, and kids clamor to be the one who gets to play with him. Instead, I am the mother who buys books with titles like Raising Your Spirited Child to try to figure out how to handle a little boy who is a little more intense than other kids. He's more headstrong, more curious, more impatient, more sensitive, more everything. I'm pretty sure his new teacher is convinced he is more pain that she wants to deal with.
"You were a pill today," I said to my son.
"Let's go home," he said. "I'm hungry."
He pretends not to hear criticism, and yelling at him just causes him to shut down and start screaming himself. I mulled over how to handle him while I buckled him into his seat. As we drove off, he started talking about Scooby Doo. He recently discovered the What's New, Scooby Doo? series and he loves it.
"Can I watch a Scooby Doo movie when we get home?" he asked.
"No," I told him, "Because you were ugly to your teacher."
I heard a small gasp from the backseat. No Scooby? Impossible!
"But, I want to watch Scooby Doo!" Want and need are the same thing to his mind.
"If you're good tomorrow, maybe you can watch a movie then. Tonight, you can't watch any movies."
"But I know where all the movies are kept," he said smugly.
"If you try to watch your movies when I've told you that you can't, I'll take them away. I'll put them all in the attic," I said. I paused, "Where the monsters live."
He's believes there are monsters in the attic. I'm not certain where he got the idea, but he's very concerned when his father or I go up there. We've told him if there are monsters in the attic, they are nice like the ones on Sesame Street, but he prefers not to have anything to do with any sort of monsters.
"There are a lot of movies," he said calmly, "You can't hold them all."
"I'll put them in a bag and put the bag in the attic."
"But there are a lot of movies."
"I'll use a big a bag."
He was quiet for a moment.
"If you put all my movies in the attic," he said, "I'll build a castle out of my toys and use my grabnabber to open the attic and get the movies out." His grabnabber is a toy with a plastic claw that picks up sand or other toys. He's sure it can be used to reach all pretty much anything. I understood his plan was to pile all his toys in the hallway beneath the pull-down door to the attic and use the "grabnabber" to grab the rope pull on the door and thus give him access to the Scooby Doo movies I planned deny him. He was certain he would be victorious. But I have been on this earth much longer than he has, and am thus wiser and more cunning than he.
"I'll cut the string off of the attic door, and then you won't have anything to grab with your grabnabber. The door won't open at all. Even Daddy won't be able to open it if I cut the string off."
Thwarted by my evil genius, he started to cry. "No! No! You aren't allowed to cut the string off of the attic! That would be stupid!"
"Don't you throw your shoes at me," I said. I couldn't see behind me in the dark, but I sensed he was considering this option. He continued to whimper. Then he rolled down his window. I used my "Mom" controls on my door to roll it back up and lock it. This infuriated him further.
"I hate that button! It's a stupid 'ol button! I want it taken out of this car!"
"Too bad."
By the time we got home, he was exhausted and subdued. When I opened the back door to let him out, I noticed his shoes were kicked off and lying on the floorboard. He had to walk up to the house in his socks, which he "hates" doing because it's "stupid."
By dinner, he was calm and had accepted that there would be no movie to watch.
By bedtime, he was sleepy, but still concerned I might cut the string off of the attic door. He advised he that the string is supposed to be there, and it would be bad if it were gone. He was calm and rational when he explained this to me.
I told him I agreed that the string should probably be left on the attic, and I'd think it over before I cut it off.
Hopefully, today will be a better day.
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Date: 2009-01-29 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 02:45 am (UTC)I guess I need to schedule a meeting with her. She's probably going to think I'm some whiny mom claiming my kid needs to be treated special, so I'm not looking forward to it.
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Date: 2009-01-30 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 10:40 pm (UTC)He sounds like a pretty headstrong little guy. I predict that he'll find his way up there long before you think he's capable. LoL
BTW, you'll have to tell me what the appropriate reaction is for getting hit in the back of the head by a flying shoe while driving.
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Date: 2009-01-30 02:33 am (UTC)The appropriate reaction it to hold up the thrown object and say, "Thank you. Since you threw it, it's mine now. I'm keeping it." Ticks him off every time, and he will apologize and be good to get back whatever I have when the trip is over.
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Date: 2009-01-29 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 02:35 am (UTC)When he's sweet, he's very sweet. When he's not...I have to sign incident reports.
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Date: 2009-01-30 01:23 am (UTC)Kids, eh?!
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Date: 2009-01-30 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 03:38 am (UTC)Bless your heart. Sarah is definitely strong willed and challenging but I'm hoping Mark and I can work on that wonderful quality so that she'll use it when she's caught in a situation requiring her to do the right thing and she's pressured to do otherwise. Hopefully, she'll use that strong will for the positive once she's older.
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 03:28 pm (UTC)The Spirited Child book (I've become a dork who reads and subscribes to child rearing books now, I guess) points out that the traits we dislike in "spirited" children - perseverance, creativity, a strong sense of self reliance - are traits that we admire in adults. The kids that are hardest to raise turn into the amazing people we admire when they are grown. The trick as a parent is (for us) to survive their childhood, to teach them to manage their excesses and get along with other people. It's a balancing act.
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Date: 2009-01-31 12:18 am (UTC)And yes, the trick is to survive the childhood. Believe me, I know.
I think part of it has to do with brains. My son is currently being tested at school to see if he is "gifted." He has incredible perseverance when he wants, didn't read until near the end of 1st grade but now loves it and is self-motivated to improve. In 2nd grade, he now reads (and is tested to read at) a 5th grade 2nd month level.
He is incredibly creative but that does/did lead to conversations like you described, he can come up with so many ways, I'll say, "OK, then I will take it away" and he comes up with one better then I have to up the ante, etc.
Your kid may be gifted too but you may not get to officially know until say second grade. In our school district they don't test kids for it until the second half of second grade.
Check out:
http://www.ri.net/gifted_talented/character.html
I bet you might recognize your son. Most of it really sounds like mine.
Time will tell I guess.
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Date: 2009-02-02 07:14 pm (UTC)That's a great book. I'm thinking of buying an extra copy and donating it to the daycare center. :P
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 03:30 pm (UTC)4 year olds are as lovable as they are exhausting. I wouldn't trade him for the world, but there are moments when I think I'm in way over my head.
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 06:13 am (UTC)E sounds PRECISELY like Rorie!!! So demanding and clever and with an answer for everything. She, too, responds poorly to negative reinforcement and has yet to distinguish between "want" and "need." I trust her strong will serve her well later in life. Meanwhile, she's never met a stranger and everyone seems to love her. Alas, she informed me today that she wants to be a CHEERLEADER when she grows up!!!
Oh, and Buddy has officially entered the Terribles. Today, he learned to say, "NO!"
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 06:29 am (UTC)Yours sounds so precious, and so smart. But don't you hate that word 'stupid?'
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:38 pm (UTC)What works is withholding affection - he is sensitive and can't bear it. The teacher who handle him well are ones who "love" on him. When they get mad at him, it devastates him and so he tries not to make them mad because their love and approval means so much to him. The teachers who can't manage him are the stern, no-nonsense type. Since they don't give him affection in the first place, they can't withdraw it. He's like a little mirror; positive people get a positive reflection from him, and negative people get a negative reflection (only 10 fold).
I'm hoping this pattern gets less extreme as he gets older.
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 12:41 pm (UTC)Of course, I've tried quietly reasoning with some of the daycare boys and it works not at all. And their moms aren't nearly the caring mom that you are... I'm sure nary a one has ever contemplated buying a book to help them understand their children and most of them deny that their kids have problems...
*HUGS NINA TIGHT*
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:46 pm (UTC)This teacher is a stern, no nonsense woman, and he never responds well to her type. Since he doesn't like her, he doesn't care whether she likes him or not. It's a problem that I'm trying to figure out to fix. How to I tell her, "Be sweet to him, and he'll be sweet back?" when she's not a sweet person to begin with? Some people just aren't. :P
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Date: 2009-01-30 03:48 pm (UTC)Maybe I'll be getting out of daycare soon...if I can find something that pays okay...
*HUGS* Your boy is a sweetheart!! And he has a sweetheart for a mom!!
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