When some know-it-all on tumblr who's pregnant with their first kid is telling off moms to already-here children on every parenting topic from potty training to personal hygiene, I just hit follow and wait.
Random question, would you “hold” wyatt back and have boone go on? You know I know nothing, just wondering?
We’d like to avoid that, but ultimately we’d do what’s best for his education. See, here’s the thing:
I’m not sure how it works in other districts, but in ours, at the start of kindergarten, they separate kids into different classes based on reading skill. And while Wyatt’s reading ability is in the average range for his age, Boone is reading at a much higher level than a lot of kids. So, they’d probably be placed in separate classes.
But, Wyatt learns better when he’s around Boone (and vice versa). So, we’re working now to try to ensure they get placed together. That means we’re helping Wyatt with reading at home and they both see a tutor on weekends just to help out.
All of that said, we don’t want to pressure Wyatt into keeping up with his brother academically. It’s just not fair to him. So, if they do end up getting separated, we hope it’s because it truly benefits him.
Our boys are both in pre-K (in our district, they call it TK for “transitional kindergarten”). And Wyatt… well… the boy can’t sit still. He’s got a lot of energy and has trouble focusing.
But, I’m not concerned that there’s an issue because he’s 5-years-old. Kids that age are supposed to be spazzy. (And just so we’re clear, we checked. Our guys have seen doctors and professional educators who say they’re fine.) My concern, however, is that a teacher or someone else will find him hard to handle and simply label him an ADHD kid.
Not that there’s anything wrong with ADHD, but I do think we over-diagnose in this country. And with kids starting their education at a younger age, the warning posed in this article—that it could lead to energetic kids incorrectly diagnosed with ADHD—is very real.
He and his wife just lost their baby. And reading his touching post about it brought back all the memories and emotions we felt as we suffered through our miscarriages. Man, I don’t wish that on anyone, let alone someone as genuinely nice as Tommy. My heart goes out to him and his family.
And I’ll repeat the sentence with which he ends his post, because it’s important: ”For anybody that is going through a situation like this, know that you are not alone.”
Haha. So true. It really only bothers me if they brag about it while giving me advice as if I haven’t tried every single thing I found online already. I’m fairly convinced good sleep has nothing to do with parenting skill and everything to do with the personality of said child.
Our boys are good sleepers and have been from a young age. But, we don’t mention it because, when we do, people want to slaughter us.
I told my boys an evil agency had taken up residency in the living room. Sinister agents were everywhere. I needed them to sneak into the room to retrieve some spy tools the bad guys could use to wreak havoc on the good citizens of the city. These tools resembled sneakers, but they contained small jets that allow the wearer to fly.
Once they stealthily stole and donned the rocket shoes, they’d need to get the rest of their equipment—held in seemingly innocuous backpacks—and go undercover at a secret military installation to find a magic jewel. You see, when the sun hits the jewel just right, it reveals a map to a treasure the bad guys would use to buy all manner of weapons and vehicles to take over the world.
The best way to infiltrate this installation was to pose as regular students, since the base looked remarkably like the boys’ school. They’d need to maintain the ruse all day and act like stellar students to gain the trust of the officials at the base.
I asked them if they could handle the mission. They answered in the affirmative.
For the first time in weeks, we were on time for school.
Asking “when do you find time to parent” is like me asking you “how do you schedule your breathing?”
Parenting is not something you make time to do. It’s going on all the time. When I blog, I’m a parent. When I write, I’m a parent. When I edit video, I’m a parent. Besides, even if I wanted to neglect my children, I couldn’t. There are two of them, after all.
"Parenting" is simply the verb to describe living your life after kids.
So, now that I’ve cleared that up, the short answer to you question is: I bust my ass.
I only write after the boys have gone to sleep so, even though they’re pretty good sleepers, I only get around five hours of sleep per night. Sometimes less. Lately, a lot less.
And what fancy events are you talking about? I haven’t been to a fancy event in eons because I don’t get invited to anything.
I had a moment this morning in which I foresaw how something I was about to say would inevitably lead to my boys’ first real fight at school.
They both ran into the bathroom to tell me that their classmate — let’s call him… Wrongo — said that the Autobot Bumblebee could fly. Now, I’d told them weeks ago that he could not, but apparently Wrongo gave them conflicting information.
I wanted to tell them that, no, in fact Wrongo had his head up his ass. I mean they’re called Autobots, not Planebots for Christ’s sake. I wanted to explain how I grew up a Transformers fanatic and that when Jetfire (or Skyfire on TV), who was the first flying Autobot, came out there was chaos in the streets. Looting! Murders! Bedlam! Why? Because AUTOBOTS DON’T FUCKING FLY!
(And don’t get me started on the damn Aerialbots. Where was the consistency, Hasbro?)
And I know my boys, they’d rightfully believe me. Then, they’d confront Wrongo with this final definitive information. And if he disagreed, it would escalate into a two-on-one beatdown of Wrongo, thus kicking off my boys’ life of crime.
Instead, I said, “If Wrongo wants to make his Bumblebee toy fly, that’s his prerogative.”