The boy is home from school again today. Second time this week.
Lingering sniffles set the mood, but it was a frustrating failure to instantly shuffle cards like a pro that sent him over the edge. 😦
I tried to help him learn it, but he wanted to do it himself, so hit me and threw a toy into the air.
I got mad and he started sobbing. Right away, I knew he wasn’t going to go to school. He just had that look about him.
He probably wouldn’t last long there anyway. He sometimes hits his teachers and throws things in the classroom too.
In the past few weeks, the school has called on three separate occasions and asked me to pick him up early. Last Friday, it was only twenty minutes before my phone rang.
It’s inconvenient. There’s no denying that, but it’s really more heartbreaking than anything else.
He wants to grow up right now. Today. Completely. All the way. And he is distraught when he finds he can’t.
Somehow, my child perceives adulthood as a frustration-free zone in which he will magically know how to do everything, his words will come easily, and he will be in charge.
My poor little boy, if only there were a way to get him to really understand how very untrue that is.
The teacher made a great social story book for him.
It’s all about growing up, how you have to do it a little at a time, and even when you get there, you have to obey grown-up rules.
I think it helps him.
But this morning he was frustrated beyond reason and then paralyzed by my upset. All he could do was sob and sit there on the couch, waiting for me to make it better.
Seven days of school to go and I have to be okay that he is desperate to miss one of them.
When he is older and (I hope) employed, he won’t be able to skip work just because he has a bad moment at home. He will still have to go. He will still have to listen to a boss and do his work. He will have to learn how to smooth things out in his relationships and still manage his responsibilities.
I am intensely aware of this fact.
But he’s nine years old and he has challenges that other kids don’t have, so he gets a free pass this morning.
And a popsicle.
And then we’re going out to lunch.
P.S. He dressed up for Gold Rush Days at school a few weeks ago. And yes, Forty-niners did so eat Nutri-Grain bars.