Reading in Bed

Last night, David and I were reading in bed. A sight I never, ever thought I'd see. Well, we'd also gotten an air conditioner in the trailer upstate, another sight I never thought I'd see, but we relented to the horrible heat wave and put one in our living room/kitchen. So David and I were camping out on the uncomfortable sofabed. I glanced over at him, above my book and there he was, reading a "Smokey the Bear" comic book he'd gotten many years earlier on a trip to New Mexico. He smiled at me and gleefully said, "Let's read our chapter books," and picked up Bunnicula (which is on his summer reading homework) while I reached for "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." It was a great moment. One I never thought I'd see pre-Mary McDowell.

So, never lose hope...

Weird Al as Teacher

I never thought I'd be grateful to "Weird Al" Yankovic, but I am. David went though a faze of being fascinated by his videos and sought them out on YouTube. First it was "Yoda" to the tune of The Kinks' "Lola," and so on.

This might not be a big deal to you but to me it was astounding. David had to figure out how to spell, was reading, practicing his keyboarding (fine motor skills), and so on. He was memorizing the lyrics and sharing them with others, including his teachers, who let the class watch these videos during "pack up time" at the end of the school day.

So, don't underestimate the power of video. Even Weird Al can be a teacher.

"Stevie just didn't get the right life."

We just spent the weekend with David's older cousin who has ADD and other issues. Stevie made his way through the public school system with an IEP, wasted years in the Resource Room which did little good, and was socially promoted. At 21, he is struggling to graduate from a two-year program in four years and counting. Stevie is despressed, awkward socially, terribly immature and understandably, without a girlfriend. But we love him dearly. He's the older brother David never had.

Driving home from dropping Stevie off at the bus station (a big deal traveling alone--his mom thought he would get lost, his dad thought he would get cornholed in a Port Authority bathroom), David and I had the following conversation after I sad Stevie could be a bit silly:

David: Do you mean another word?
Me: Like stupid? I would never call another person stupid. Do you think Stevie's stupid?
David: I just think Stevie didn't get the right life. He didn't go to a school that knew how to teach him the right way.

There was Stevie's life in a nutshell from a 10-year-old with dyslexia and ADHD. I went on to tell David that he had a knack for seeing this clearly and for describing them plainly, for understanding people other sometimes didn't. "Thank you," he told me.

The moral of this story. Fight, fight, fight to get your child what they need, to get them in a school that's right for them. Yes, it might cost more than $40,000 a year. You might have to fight tooth and nail with the DOE each year to get partially reimbursed and hire a lawyer besides. But it's worth it. If we ever are forced to have an impartial hearing with the DOE (which I pray we don't!), I will gladly tell them Stevie's story.

I'm glad David got the right life.

The Teacher

I couldn't believe it a few days ago when I overheard David trying to explain impulsivity to an adult cousin who also has ADD. "You do stuff before you think," he said, exasperated, as the fellow kept messing up on a video game. Then David proceeded to do his best to set the guy straight. Later, at dinner, F pretty much told me that he was floored. At 21 years old no one, not a teacher in the resource room in grammar school or a psychologist, had put it to him quite like that. In a way he could understand and was dead on. I felt great about David but also sad for F because if his single mom could have afforded a place like MMCL rather than keep him in the public school system (she had no choice and was struggling to get by as it was) he wouldn't have had many of the issues he faced now--taking 4+ years to get out of a 2 year college program, social challenges, etc.

A few days earlier David told me that when he got older, he might want to teach at MMCL. "I think I can help kids with learning disabilities," he said. But he was talking about gym, not teaching statistics. Be that as it may, it's a good start.

Big Boy Alert

One of the highlights of my day, no matter how long and hectic, has been settling down to read aloud to David every night. Early on, it was just me who did the reading but then we graduated to him reading the protagonist's part of whatever book we happened to be reading. Sometimes he was Little Bear, others Percy Jackson or Fireheart from the "Warriors" series. He would barter for extra time, snuggling beneath the covers on my bed as we read to each other.

Gradually, I noticed that he made less mistakes, that he read with more inflection. We graduated to chapter books then longer chapter books. I was amazed at the progress he'd made the last year alone.

Then last night, David got very serious and asked me to promise that my feelings wouldn't be hurt. I braced myself, silently knowing what was coming. "I'm reading a lot better now..." he began, trying to let me down easy. (I hoped he would break up with his first girlfriend with that much care...) "But you think you're old enough to read on your own at night," I finished for him. We talked about it a little more, me explaining that although I loved our nighttime reads, I also know that he's growing up and I have to learn to accept that even though it might be hard.

But David promised not to leave me in the lurch. "Not right away," he promised. "I can't leave you hanging in the middle of a book." So, we will finish the 2nd installment of The Warriors and he will continue on his own.

A triumph in one way but a little sad in another.

Hermit Crab = Happiness

Who would have thought that a little $3.88 hermit crab with make David so happy. He's been campaigning for a pet for some time now, and finally Peter and I gave in. We travel a lot, split our time between here and upstate, and the pet needed to be something portable, durable and yet would teach David the responsibilities of caring for and feeding another living creature.

He came home from school yesterday on a mission, once again, stating his pet case, this time pushing for a hermit crab. Peter and I looked at each other and smiled, then laid down some rules. He'd have to buy it (and the cage, etc) with his own money, care for it, feed it, etc. As soon as Peter left for work, David and I walked down to 5th Avenue to Petland Discounts. David picked Stripes himself, chose the cage and the other stuff. He peeled the money out of his wallet and was walking on air on the way home.

Who would have thought a pet would also get him reading! Not only did he Google hermit crabs and find out what they eat on Ask.com but he also wisely purchased a book about hermit crabs from the pet store. Then sat down to read it, amazing me with the things he remembered. He's already talking about getting another one and a bigger cage. I've gotten him to wait a week to see how he fares with Stripes.

Stripes, by the way, is one weird looking crab. His shell looks like a bored pet store employee painted it with bright colors. David says we have to get another larger shell for when Stripes grows out of his current one. Also was on a mission to get a mister and learned how to use (well, tried, lefty challenged that he is) to use a potato peeler to give Stripes carrot bits, cut a grape in half and is dreaming up other snacks for his new pet. His first non vegetable pet. His other pet was a Venus fly trap who died from neglect. Hopefully Stripes will fare better.

Why do I see a puppy in our future?!

David @ 10

This poem I recently wrote pretty much sums up what a (mostly) joy David is at 10. I am convinced he would be a whole different David if MMCL wasn't part of our lives:


David @ 10
is a shock of puppy-brown hair,
big eyes honest, green-blue,
wraps strong, spindly arms
around my neck in hello.
I look forward to meeting
the man you will become,
to watching your story unravel
before me like a good book.
For now, I am busy loving
David @ 10,
content with holding the hand
that still reaches for mine
when we cross the street,
happy snuggling on top of the covers
as we read each night,
savoring your tired kiss on my cheek,
and your unguarded laugh
like unexpected gifts
before they disappear
because David won't be 10
forever.

When I read it to him, he beamed the whole time, then said "Thanks, Mom" an flug his arms around my neck. Makes all of the above (negotiating with the DOE, etc.) well worth it. And then some.

The Worst Blogger Ever

Yes, I must be the worst, most remiss blogger ever. It's been December since my last post. Maybe a sign that things have been going smoothly.

David's reading has improved by leaps and bounds and sometimes he just does it for fun, reading us Garfield excerpts he finds particularly hilarious. His spelling, however, remains dismal, and tackles it phonetically, which remains his weak point.

We had a good meeting with the DOE yesterday to build David's IEP for the 2010-2011 school year. David's teacher was on the phone, very honest about his achievements and weak spots. We will probably still have to look at a placement or two in public school but in our experience, these are sadly, and sorely, lacking. Especially middle schools, where he hopefully will be going this September. But I felt the team was very supportive, looking out for the best for David. It was a relief and a pleasure.

Unfortunately, there was no record of the auditory processing testing the DOE gave him last summer, forcing us to stay city-side in late July. Luckily, I keep good notes about who I spoke with/met with, when, why and the results. I was told verbally in August that there was no change to his IEP, which means he didn't need support for auditory issues. A minor inconvenience if he has to be retested.

We will continue to work with David on his spelling and typing, which might make his writing easier. But in all, I feel we've passed over a hurdle, which is incredible.