June 1, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
Unless it is Kindergartners dancing or Kindergartners smiling and waving to their parents in the audience in the middle of the end-of-year-program.
This morning was Bug Boy’s Lemonade Day. Each class does their own little fifteen minute show and performs poems and songs for their parents and loved ones. For the past month we have been treated (or got sick of hearing it, either one) to the Star Spangled Banner over and over. And over. And over and over. And over again. Six times in the bathtub, four times while brushing teeth (now THAT’S talent) and at least a dozen while he eats. Not with his mouth full, though. Yes, when Bug Boy learns something it will be forever committed to that thirteenth brain cell. He falls asleep memorizing this stuff and wakes up (even in the middle of the night) right where he left off when he dozed off. Spooky.
When the little show was over the teacher announced that she wanted to thank someone who worked hard all year to plan parties and be the homeroom mom. You’ll never guess who that was! No really, never. (ok, it was me. Sheesh). I was totally caught off guard. I even got a little teary-eyed when the presented me with flowers and gave me a hug. I was almost embarassed when the other parents clapped, I am not so good at being the center of attention. This is why we had thirty people at our wedding and it was at my sister’s house. I could not stand the thought of two hundred people and the whole princess extravaganza.
Bug Boy had an amazing year. Some parents complained that the teacher was not the “warm and fuzzy” type, but that was fine by me. Bug Boy needed someone who was going to be firm, stick to the rules and not allow him to manipulate or persuade. She was that person, as she’s been a Kindergarten teacher for over twenty years. She was no-nonsense and stuck to her schedule. She may not have been very flexible, and Bug Boy INSISTS he is not really in her class (he also stays for an extended day class, which he LOVES) but it has done wonders for him this year. He went from a tantruming, whiney, scared child to a confident and happy boy. He loves school. LOVES IT. He even says he misses it and will miss it when he is gone.
As for Bugaboo…
There will be no Lemonade Day at Bugaboo’s school. Heck, if this teacher could get the kids in his class to recite poetry they wouldn’t need to be there. In fact, if she could get him to say a few words, I’d forget all about the lemonade. We started the new medication last night and already see a bit of a difference in him. He may have given us a tough time about going to bed (nothing new) but he did pass out on my lap while my feet were propped up surfing the Internet and I carried him to bed. He was slightly groggy this morning, but since he stayed up until nearly midnight I chalked it up to being tired. The teacher said he had a fabulous day and smiled and laughed as usual. So far, so good. My hope is that we will see a decrease in the hand-biting and head-banging. We know WHY he does those things and are working to improve them. Now we just need to slow him down for a few minutes and see what he is capable of. He shows so much potential and is honestly a sweet, happy boy. He loves hugs and kisses. He will sit on anyone’s lap. He will go to total strangers and hug and kiss them. He smiles from sunup to sundown. That boy provides the joy and light I need in my life, even at the toughest moments! So, hopefully he will continue to be this happy all of the time, even on the meds. Right now he is in his room with a sandal and a sneaker on, putting on the top of his Superman Winter Pjs (on his legs) while wearing THE sweater. He wore it to bed last night. On top of the Super Man Winter Pjs. With his sneakers. (Yes, he picks out his own clothes) And he is happy. Strange but happy. But I love my little man.