Gloucester

Six weeks into Kindergarten, this is already a school year of firsts: first Squiggly and/or Frowny Face on behavior chart, first successful boycott of carpool, and now, as of yesterday, first call home from teacher. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am, of course, surprised. Mrs. W. just wants to make us aware of An … Continue reading

Boycott

This morning, McDiesel successfully boycotts the carpool to school—for the first time in history. Five minutes before the horn honks in our driveway, he commences complete meltdown over having to go to school, having to go to school with them, having to go to school in their car. He is a mess. I have five … Continue reading

Mantra

Go to church meeting for Sunday School parents. Theme is prayer. Thoughtful handouts suggest ways of incorporating prayer into real life everyday and suggest specific prayers to pray for your children. A well-dressed, elderly, bent woman—Chair of the Centering Prayer Group—gives the first presentation. She rambles enthusiastically, interrupting herself with an emotional story of wayward … Continue reading

Genes

This morning, see psychiatrist. He is a colleague of Beloved Behaviorist, has multiple advanced degrees, and is very good. Asks how things are going, how kids are doing, all that. Laughs that Beloved Behaviorist asked him if he thinks I’m ADHD. Am pulled up short by this and clarify, “If I am ADHD?” He nods. … Continue reading

Pool

True, the pool was better this summer than last when I couldn’t keep McDiesel inside the pool fence, much less inside the pool (and outside the parking lot, golf cart barn, or fairway) for very long. Still, this summer, I swear, people see us coming and call it a day. Because when McD comes to the pool, relaxation … Continue reading

Squiggly

McDiesel’s new Kindergarten class newsletter explains the breakdown for daily reports which, in the past three years his older brother has been in school, I have never dreaded—or particularly paid attention to—before: Happy face Squiggly face Frowny face These three options seem at once overly simplistic and completely adequate. The school day is long and … Continue reading

Still

After college, I worked in a preschool before heading out to grad school. Mostly, I worked with an autistic little boy. I took a really cute photograph of him at school one day. He was happy and laughing and looking directly at the camera. I babysat for him on the side. At his house, his … Continue reading

Lingo

For a long time I have been super attuned to my expanded vocabulary. In kitchen drawers and between the pages of (what’s supposed to be) my gratitude journal I find notes where I’ve scrawled technical terminology that describes McDiesel. Mostly, I write these words because I love words. Words are what I’ve been trained to … Continue reading

Butter

In my continuous efforts at damage control (and friendship and gratitude), bake a pie for carpool friends Sunday morning. In continuous efforts at nutrition, health, and brain balance, give McDiesel his two vitamins. Unclear if colors (usual favorites) are responsible or if vitamins placed too close to plate–or what–but before my own brain (formerly better … Continue reading