Thursday, January 30, 2014

On boys

Last week I was in walmart (big shock, yes?) and I was second in line. The cashier was very pregnant, and the woman in front of me started questioning her about her baby, the way women will do...when are you due?, how many kids do you have?, etc. The cashier said she had three girls and was pregnant with her first boy. She said she was scared to have a boy, because she had no experience with them. And the woman in front of me started on a tirade about boys...how much easier girls were, and that she should have stopped with the three girls. Can you imagine? Who the hell says that to a pregnant woman? Can you picture my restraint, back there by the beef jerky, resisting the urge to ram her with my grocery cart just to get her out of earshot of the poor momma? And it was having an effect, you could see the cashiers face drop, and she looked like she was going to cry. I am not an outgoing person, really. I am not a "chat it up with random strangers" person. Just not in my comfort zone. I kinda suck at it. But when it was my turn to check out, I just blurted it out..."You should ignore all of that." And she looked at me, all confused like, so I stammered some more, remembering why I don't talk to people,,,no eloquence in real life, me. "That woman. Just ignore all of that. I have three girls. And two boys. And brothers. And a husband that loves his momma. You will be glad you had that boy. Boys are very different than girls. But they are so much fun, and so sweet. And they love their mommas so much." And I don't know if it made any difference to her at all. She still looked kinda freaked out by the whole thing. I wish I had time to really tell her how it is. Because I love my girls. I really do. Girls have their own kind of loveliness, in tutus and scented markers and baby doll strollers, and later in teaching them how to be young women. That sounds really hallmark-y, but really, there's a *lot* to teach our girls, and it is beautiful, to teach them, both expressly and through example, how to navigate growing up.

But boys...they have a loveliness of their own (don't tell them).

They are intense and grubby, sweet and sweaty, throw themselves madly into everything they do.

You dress them and scrunch up their curls around their ears and brush their teeth in the mornings, and at the end of the day you scrub all that intensity of living their day off of them...

washing sweaty, matted hair, cleaning dirt out of their ears, food off their faces.

They fight each other for pure sport, in a way that would destroy the sensitivity of most girls, rolling on the ground and calling names and teasing and wrestling.

They destroy and they build, sometimes all in the same day.

They hide rocks in their pockets and collect bugs in old lunch meat containers, not to take care of the "baby bugs" the way girls do, but just to collect them and forget them until you find the smelly containers in the laundry room weeks later, forgotten.

And they love their Mommas in a pure and carefree way that girls cannot. Because our girls are learning from us, picking and choosing what they like and don't like in the examples we present, and this is necessary for them to do, and by the end of it all they will likely be surprised by how much they like after all, once they have lived long enough to get some perspective. But it's a long and painful process in the meantime.

But boys don't have that same baggage. They just love their mommas.

I guess she'll have to figure all that out on her own.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Yes, you *can* homeschool your autistic child.

See how I worded that all clever-like, so the search engines could find it? This is a very long post. I'm sorry about that. I thought of breaking it up, but just decided it would be easier for those searching for information to find it all here. There are links to our journey of diagnosing Jack in the side bar. Please leave a comment if you find your way here and this helps you! Come back too. I'm doing a photo essay of a day in the life of homeschooling Jack, and I hope to have it up in a few days.

So, almost exactly four years ago Jack was diagnosed with autism. I remember it well, because is was just after Ash Wednesday, and I remember thinking how appropriate it was, to go through this trial during Lent...this dying to self, dying to my expectations for my son, dying to the illusion of control over my children's lives. It is like a death, you know? I cried a lot that first year. Anyway, Jack was five years old at the time and due to start kindergarten the following fall. We had been planning to homeschool him because we were already homeschooling the older children. But the diagnosis threw me for a mental loop. His therapists and other people "in the know" that we talked to discouraged it. Basically their argument was that we might get away with homeschooling a normal kid without screwing them up too badly, but there was no way we would be able to meet Jack's needs. One therapist I talked to told me she was very supportive of homeschooling in general, but not for autistic kids, because they needed to be in school to learn social skills. I was scared. I was overwhelmed and didn't want to make him worse. I knew he would need lots of help to become as functional as possible. Could we meet his needs? I wasn't even sure what his needs *were* anymore!

The timing of his diagnosis was a blessing. He was too old for most of the day programs in our area. They were geared towards toddlers and preschoolers, and since it was the February before he was to start school, the feeling was that it wasn't worth the time to get him started somewhere that school year, that we should just start private therapy and then enroll him in school with an IEP. This bought me time to wrestle with our decision. I even made an appointment with someone to get an IEP started. I didn't keep it. I was resisting, all passive-aggressive like, even then. And then I started asking around, and reading, and wondering if we could do this after all. I really didn't want him to go to public school. It wasn't because I was sure we could do a better job for him. It was a heart thing. I was planning to have him at home, you know? He would homeschool like my others. That's what we *do*. And I just couldn't make the leap to putting him in school. In the end, I homeschooled him that year because homeschooling is our default. We would homeschool him until I saw it wasn't best for him.

I wasn't really liking what I was hearing from the schools anyway. There is an elementary school in our area that has an autism classroom with a good reputation. But we were not zoned for it. I was told I could fight this, I was told how to fight it, but I was also told it could take months, even a couple of years, to win that fight. I was told "they" wouldn't consider him a priority for that room because he was not disruptive enough...that he would probably be put in a room with an aide at his side to help him. And he would be taken out for therapy. And I thought, "So...what are they going to do that I'm not doing, exactly? Aren't *I* already at his side, helping him? Aren't *I* already taking him to therapy? Lots, lots and lots of therapy? Like, five hours a week of therapy?" I stewed, and I waffled, and I hemmed and hawed. And then...I did nothing. I just did nothing.

The school year started and Jack stayed home. I didn't really *do* kindergarten with him. He could already read anything and everything. He could count, he knew all his numbers and shapes and such. He knew lots of things, because he's Jack, and that's what Jack does, he accumulates information, and I wasn't really sure what else to do with him. He had the attention span of a chicken. I tried to read to him. I tried to do crafts and such with him. He hated all of it. I kept driving him to therapy, and we spent the year getting him started with writing and using scissors, working on sensory issues, and mostly just giving him plenty of time and space to mature some more. We worked on potty training. We spent several weeks learning to wash our hands. We worked on toothbrushing, and memorizing our address and phone number, and we hoped and prayed the neighbors wouldn't call social services when he scaled our privacy fence wearing nothing but a tshirt and a smile in the middle of the school day. I had no idea how to address anything beyond the motor skills and sensory issues. He couldn't discuss anything he read, he wouldn't color his math worksheets. I wasn't sure where I was going to go with him. But I did know that this was better for him than school. Because one thing I *did* do was to go to an autism support group meeting that fall. The topic was "back to school". And every parent there had a horror story. Every. One. Bullying. Being kicked off the bus. Schools refusing to follow through on the IEP. Parents fighting, fighting, fighting for what their kids needed. And I thought, "Who needs that?" So I kept on. Not because we were accomplishing great things, but because the alternative didn't look any better.

The following year, first grade...Jack made HUGE strides in his motor skills and in his communication abilities. Therapy (PT, speech, OT) was helping. He didn't (and doesn't) always like to go, but it helps. For my part, I enrolled in Mother of Divine Grace and put Jack in their special services program. Our consultant is a former special ed teacher. She is also a homeschooling mom with a special needs kid of her own. That was a rough year. I was pregnant with Mary Claire allll that year, from September to May. That was the year that everything with my nephew came to an ugly head and he ended up leaving us to live with my parents. That was the year Maria started high school, in MODG's legendary 9th grade curriculum. It was a Rough Year. I cried a lot. A lot. I had a hard time dealing with the reality of Jack's diagnosis. John and I fought all the time, about Jack, about Kain. Academically, Jack did ok. He was able to handle the curriculum, though we worked at a half pace through the math book. This was due more to his inability to sit and focus and write than his ability to actually do math. He had a lot of difficulty narrating, discussing what he was reading. I would read a short story to him, and ask him comprehension questions, and he would tell me about legos, and dumptrucks, and spiders, the moons of Jupiter...anything else but what we were reading RIGHT THEN. We used to joke that he had the right answers to the wrong questions. And we pressed on. I would model the narrations, model how to illustrate them, and move on. I thought, "He'll never be able to do this." We tried Cub Scouts, which was a fail, and park days were often a disaster. Social skills were a bust, but at least he wasn't being bullied or mistreated.

Second grade was better. Kain was out of the house, though still in our lives and in our hearts, always. Maria was enrolled in some online classes with MODG, which helped take some of the burden off of me. And I wasn't pregnant. Jack made HUGE progress in his ability to write...like, the actual physical act of writing. Suddenly, a kid who wouldn't even pick up a crayon was drawing detailed pictures and writing things he had memorized from his beloved books in sidewalk chalk all over the privacy fence. We continued therapy. He tested out of PT, and he nearly tested out of speech. We would read Saint stories, and history stories, and he would give me one sentence, something very vague, like "He loved God". He finally finished the first grade math book. But the writing was still difficult to do for any length of time, so we split up the second grade phonics book over two years. He received the sacraments through much blood, sweat, and happy tears.

And this is third grade. His best year yet. He is in the second grade math book, and finishing up that phonics. But otherwise he is using the third grade curriculum as written. We are still enrolled with MODG, and my consultant still cheers us on, helping us adapt, reassuring my fears, putting things in perspective. He writes easily now, and he is even learning cursive. He complains about having to do school every. single. day. But he does it. He now narrates and illustrates his stories, probably on about the same level as Tess (my kindergartener) narrates hers,,,two or three sentences. His social skills are still poor, but we are working on it. He learns a lot from heavily supervised interaction with his many siblings. Really. A lot. They love him, they tease him, they fight him for toys, and he learns how to manage these things, and that's saying something. We seek, and occasionally find, opportunities for him to socialize, but it is not usually a good experience. I am teaching his PSR class this year, and he needs constant redirection and supervision. Other 9 year-olds are not particularly kind or patient. This reinforces our belief that he will not learn good social skills from a classroom full of them. Jack will always be autistic, and he will always have trouble socializing. For Jack, his siblings will be his friends and support, and "social skills" will mean learning to sit next to strangers at mass and making eye contact with the cashier at Walmart. He needs to learn certain social skills to function in public. That will be enough.

His attention is still horrible. And that is where homeschooling shines. Today, he did his memory work while doing laps around the dining room table with his nerf gun, shooting bullets on the dry erase board. Then he sat down to do phonics, read his science, and then left to go jump on the trampoline. He was having an especially difficult time concentrating today, so we took lots of breaks and didn't finish up until after rest time this afternoon, but most days he is done by lunch. I know how to motivate him. I know he will do anything for a chance to read the Mario Wii Wiki site, do anything for a handful of Hershey kisses. I know when he needs a push and when he needs space. When he masters something difficult, we are both elated, and when he struggles, I'm right there struggling with him. I have learned, from watching my special needs nephew struggle, once these kids are middle-school-aged adapting the curriculum translates into "dumbing it down". No one is sitting by Kain's side anymore everyday, pushing him to the next step. They just push him through, even when he literally does nothing but take up space in a desk in some of his classes. I don't want that for Jack. No one wants him to succeed more than I do. Jack is diagnosed "borderline retarded". Success for him may not look like success for typical kids. I just don't know. I have no idea what Jack is capable of. I can't wait to find out.

We don't even consider public school anymore. If your autistic child is in public school and doing well, then that's awesome. I am in no way looking to knock what is working for you. If he is in public school and it could be better, but you can't handle homeschooling him, I totally sympathize. Dig back to that second grade year and read some about my nephew. I'm right there with you. But if you are interested in homeschooling, if you think it might be worth trying, I'm here to tell you, it can work. You aren't alone. There are lots of us out here, doing this crazy thing, homeschooling our quirky, crazy, awesome children. There is help for this, there is support for this. It's not easy. Not easy at all. But you can do it, and you can do it well.

Friday, January 17, 2014

um...Merry Christmas?

I am such a slacker blogger. I really, really, REALLYREALLY want to post over here more often. Ima gonna try. Truly. In the meantime,



Happy 2014!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

B is for....

...Being a Bit late. Only through the letter B? Shameful. Actually, we are about halfway through C, but still...it's going very slowly. What can I say? We have been crazy busy, and preschool-y projects sometimes have to be postponed. Between corn maze trips, Halloween, All Saints Day, and painfully adjusting to new schedules...plus, letter B covered a lot of ground, as you will see.

**edited to add, I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago and forgot to finish it up and post it! So, B is for a Bit Befuddled...**

First we did the Little Saints unit on Birds...



(Henry stringing Cheerios to make a birdfeeder)


Here we are digging up some dirt to make an earthworm habitat. Not sure how this ties into birds...though some birds eat worms, yes? In any case, it was in the Little Saints unit, and it impressed the heck out of my kids!

Doesn't Tess look annoyed? I'm not sure why she looked this way. She is not bothered about getting dirty.

Even Mary wanted to "help".


I used bait shop worms..."baby" nightcrawlers. They were huge!


And then the By Sea and Sky unit. I don't think I got a picture of our books for that one. I'll snag a couple of images from amazon. In that unit we learned about airplanes, hot air balloons,

boats, and other things that float and sink. This is just a few of the books we read!



(making gliders with a kit from Oriental Trading)




a tray of items that float and sink






B is also for Beading rosaries...

And really long *Bangs* (she cut her hair again, sigh)


A Beaded letter "B"

and Jack's fall Baseball season...


and his ninth Birthday.

the cake is a Wii remote. You can tell that, right? Say yes....


Three freshly Butchered pumpkins (I had to get this picture in with the letter B somehow..)


Bingo games we made with this website. We have made a shapes bingo and a number recognition bing...great for reinforcing Tess's math.




Baking letter "B" bread


sorting Beans



Thanks for joining me on this Belated letter "B" Brain dump! Next up, the letter "C", for Cool fall weather and Colors. Hopefully I will get it up here before winter arrives!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

{p,h,f,r}, completely random edition

Ok, I have not planned this at all this week so I have no idea what I'm posting. I'm just going to wing it!

This *pretty* picture is actually the last one I'm posting. I put this picture on facebook but I'm out of time...the baby is waking...so I'm going to post it here too. A *pretty* girl doing a picture study of *pretty* art cards. This picture was of Pot of Geraniums by Matisse.


*happy* kids playing in leaf piles!


a *funny* picture of Mary Claire at our neighborhood park. It's blurry and dark because it was taken at night. We had a spur of the moment pajama run for ice cream and a spontaneous stop at the park to swing in the dark. The kids thought it was hysterical!


I have one small person that loves meat. I have one that loves carbs. This is a *real* picture of their leftovers one night. We had bowtie pasta with bacon and tomatoes, italian bread...John says we should just have them swap plates halfway through the meal.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

7 quick takes- procrastinator's edition

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, yes? Ah well...I am a procrastinator. I am, in fact, The Master Procrastinator. I don't know that I've actually ever DONE 7QT before...but here goes!

1. See this? It's a Jesse Tree Ornament Swap, if you are unmotivated to actually look. Procrastinated it! Still, did manage to sliiiide under the wire and get them mailed off. I can't wait until the collection comes in the mail! So many bloggers I have read over the years are participating, it will feel like having friends all over our Jesse Tree. :)

2. We didn't finish all our schoolwork yesterday. We have done even less today. This has been a pattern we need to break. I start off the week with a bang, and then fizzle out. Each week we slide a leeeeetle more behind in the syllabi. Sigh.

3. We haven't been to the Latin mass in several weeks now. I keep hemming and hawing on this. I love our parish..it's close by, we are very involved in the PSR and Life Teen programs, and our priest is wonderful. But, I love the Latin mass, and the priest there is also wonderful. I feel like we should kind of bloom where we are planted. But we have very few actual friends in our local parish even though we have gone there for years,,,there's this "not really fitting in" thing...so I think it would be better for my kids to see their Catholic homeschooling friends more than once in a blue moon. Waffle, waffle...any thoughts? Help me waffle some more?

4. I *finally* finished planting our fall flowers. Is this weird to northerners? I guess they don't plant fall flowers, huh? But we plant pansies and mums and they can do quite well.. In milder winters, I have had my pansies live through the next spring even.

5. I am having such a hard time getting a grip on housework. I mean, even more than usual. There are just so many little people here now, and I'm interrupted so often, and it gets undone so darn quickly. But I know I need to just put on my big girl pants and get caught up. I'm going to be pregnant like tomorrow, you know that, right? It's going to happen. And once that happens, I know it's only going to be so much more difficult to do these things and I will wish for the time back that I wasted...see? Master Procrastinator.

6. Our evening shift schedule has required further tweaking, mainly in the area of mealtimes. We are all kinds of weird now, having meals at 10am, 3pm, and 7pm. The kids' bedtimes are a bit later too, and I feel so odd about that. It's such an ingrained "good mom" thing, to have the kids up and at school early, and to bed early. I have to keep reminding myself that this is one of the advantages of homeschooling, this flexibility.

7. You long-time readers remember my nephew, Kain? Please pray for him. You might remember he has been living with my parents for a year and a half. It hasn't been going well. I can't really go into details publicly on the blog. He is almost 14 and I don't want to embarrass him. Just suffice it to say that the problems he had here have continued in spades there, and he is going to be in a long-term residential placement. It is heartbreaking for us all.

Monday, November 11, 2013

My inept attempt at a Veteran's Day post

I am not a veteran. I am not married to one now. I was, when I was very young, married to a very young private that was stationed in Iraq for a few months. My father is one, and he was active when I was very young, so young that I have no memory of it. My grandfather was a marine, a proud one (is there any other?). And my husband now works taking care of aging vets. That is the extent of my military experience. So I feel kind of stupid in a post like this, trying to give appreciation to someone who's sacrifices I know I can't even really grasp. I hope it's enough to know that I *do* try to grasp them, and you are loved and thought of today for what you do and have done.

A long time ago I did some research on some lyrics to patriotic songs I remembered learning as a child, wanting to teach them to my own children, and I was impressed by how God-fearing these lyrics were. I think I even blogged about it back then. I was doing this again today. Here's the last verse to the Star Spangled Banner:

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

How about "O Beautiful":


America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

"The Battle Hymn of the Republic" is just one big hymn, really:

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

My personal favorite, a verse from "My Country Tis of Thee":

Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.


Are kids even allowed to learn these lyrics in public school today? I'll bet not. How very far we have fallen, and how quickly! I learned these lyrics in public school not that very long ago. Those long ago veterans must be rolling in their graves. May God shower blessings on our veterans, and have mercy on our country.