All posts by Susan Taylor

What’s Working, What’s Growing

clip-art-climbing-671220It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

I was having some trouble thinking of how to start this post. Well, now it’s started — with some very fine prose. This is actually one of my favorite opening lines to a novel. I’ve been experiencing the season of Light and the season of Darkness, as we all do. But there are some things that are WORKING!

When Sunshine Girl left for college in August, her bedroom asked us what was going to happen in there now that she had taken her art supplies, Snapchat conversations, books, extensive collection of coffee mugs (still growing!) and HIMYM marathons off to college. We turned it into an office for me. An office with a door, wall space, windows, and a closet. With the space to organize my things and write, having an office is WORKING!

Last post I mentioned Kepler is in 5th grade now. We had some excellent help in the spring as we worked on his IEP for this year. He is getting one-on-one instruction in reading and math and the effects are showing up in his reading at home. He loves his teachers and aides and I see him developing more and more independence. 5th grade is WORKING!

After years and years of being on the road for work, Greg took a job with a local organization he has wanted to work with for about 12 years. An opening arose earlier in 2017 and he started this new job on September 5th. He leaves in the morning and comes back in the evening. No more leaving on Sunday and coming back on Friday or Saturday. Can we all say, “Whew!” It’s been a lot of years trying to manage the challenges that go along with one parent being out of town the majority of the time. Greg living at home every day is WORKING!

Every so often I fall right into a juicy pot of wisdom and helpful practices and teaching. Many times I swim around a bit and get very excited about what I’m learning and then I go to sleep and the next morning I’ve seemingly forgotten everything I just learned and experienced yesterday. The past month has been a time where some of the things I’ve experienced and learned have come back into my consciousness and awareness and I’m remembering. I’m remembering. I think I’m starting to find a sweet spot where several of these rich experiences are converging. Remembering is WORKING!

cartoon3Perfection reminds me of a mirage. I think I can see it off in the distance, and I imagine I’m coming closer and closer, only to have it fade away, time and time again. While I’m not looking for perfection anymore (at least not as much), I have a pretty old habit of thinking I should be able to attain it. I’ve devised some duplicitous ways of running after it without actually saying the word.

One step forward and two steps back is a real thing. Or two steps forward and one step back. Recently, though, I had a major realization that may only be two steps forward, but they are giant steps. A wise friend pointed out to me that my tendency toward literal thinking is NOT a defect. It is the way my brain works. Similar to the brains of persons on the autism spectrum who think very literally, turns out some brains of people not on the spectrum can have the same characteristic. I had become quite distressed over the past few years about thinking so literally. It got me into trouble in many situations as I naturally took things very literally.

“I’ll be there a little after 11” means exactly that and it doesn’t occur to me that someone might hit all the green lights and arrive ten minutes early.

“I’ll pick up the drycleaning” means you will. pick it up. today. I don’t anticipate that you might have to drive some route that doesn’t go by the drycleaner today and you’ll get it tomorrow.

“You should not eat ice cream, sugary desserts, and junk food” means I should never eat those things.

Does that make sense to you? It wasn’t until my wise friend asked me to consider thinking about literal thinking differently that I could finally accept the way I naturally think. Am I hard-wired this way? I don’t know. Almost doesn’t matter. The key is that I no longer see it as a defect that I must somehow stamp out at my earliest opportunity.

What it DOES mean is that I can now recognize when it happens and I can be curious about how other people (who are not thinking literally) might interpret what is being said and how they might act on their interpretation. When you think very literally, it can be challenging to have a conversation with someone who is good at big picture ideas and making decisions on the fly. (I just might be married to someone like that.)

I’m like Amelia Bedelia. When Mrs. Rogers would ask her to do something, she always took it literally and ended up making comical mis-steps as she tried to do exactly what her employer had asked.

Well, it’s not so funny when you try to do exactly what someone has asked and it turns out not to be what they meant!

The realization that I don’t have to take things literally leads me to exciting new discoveries and freedom to experiment. While this is still an area I am growing in, understanding that my literal thinking is an ok part of my brain is WORKING!

I like to think I will be posting more often than every 3 months, and if I do, we might get some momentum going here on my blog reaching more people who might learn something from my journey. Thanks for reading!

 

New School, New Deal

Kepler starts 5th grade in a couple of weeks. Our school system has two grades per school, except for the high school, so he moves up to the Intermediate school this year. The Elementary school wasn’t far from our home, but involved a very steep hill, so where we might have been able to walk TO school, walking home would have proved challenging for my little buddy. But the Intermediate school is just right down the street from us. No hills, no major traffic considerations, no big distance to cover.

I’ve been pondering walking him to and from school each day. There is a bus available, and we may avail ourselves of it when it gets really cold, but I believe we are going to start out the year walking.

He happened to be at school this morning for something and when it was time to pick him up, I decided to try out the walk. I timed myself and it took ten minutes for me to walk there. I wasn’t sure how he would feel about walking home, since I didn’t prepare him ahead of time, but he was VERY excited!

We laughed. We told our silly knock-knock jokes. We stopped to look at things, including a spider web that was covered with dewdrops. I was so engrossed that I forgot to take a photo, but this photo looks very much like the web we saw. When we reached our street, he wanted to race, so we ran down the street. He won.

The walk home was a good example of single-tasking. I was able to focus on the walk and on Kepler, and I didn’t have to ask him to wait until I could look. I was able to be in the moment with him. AND we got in a walk, and a run, too!

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Focusing on … 20 Things?

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Haha. Good old Jeremy. Forever a teenager, immortalized on the funny pages. But also a good example of what happens sometimes when we try to do more than one thing at a time.

And, frankly, today I am not certain what my day would look like if I truly decided to focus on one task as a time. Kepler, as a task, kind of makes it unlikely that I can really focus on one thing at a time unless I plan not to get one single other thing done during the day except when he is at a lesson, or school, or with a babysitter.

I’m not giving up. I’m becoming aware. I’m grateful for his non-stop patter and questions. He stretches me, makes me laugh, and gives me things to think about. But trying to get anything else done, especially without interruptions, can be pretty tricky.

Today’s baby step is to just give myself a little break, and stop expecting myself to be able to be with my child full-time AND accomplish ALL the things.

 

Keep Calm and Drive Safely

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Whether or not you text and drive, and you surely shouldn’t, and I can say that even if I have done it because it’s still true, many people use their cellular devices while driving. Just a few of the reasons you might have your phone in your hand: it buzzed and you wonder why, you get a call, you need to get directions, you want to find a new song on your music app, you are looking for something and need to ask Siri where it is, you have information relevant to this trip on your phone’s notes app, your book on tape suddenly turns off and you wonder why, you need to know the weather where you are going, you’re in a tight race to win an auction on eBay.

Today I decided not to use my phone for anything while I drove. There were two legs to the trip. Leg 1, no phone. Leg 2, I was distracted by my phone.

I guess when they put radios in cars, this was about all there was to it:

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Is YOUR radio that simple now? Nope. Look at the buttons on the above picture. Five good-sized buttons your fingers can feel without looking. You can easily count over if need be. There are only five choices. The radio probably wasn’t very distracting when it looked like this.

Today, quite a few radios are digital and have a plethora of buttons and dials, which all have more than one function, depending on how you hold your mouth. In my car, the radio is actually a distraction, which is why I tried driving without it today.

What a nice experience that was. No disturbing news about major politicians tweeting out new rules and regulations and fits of pique. No blaring commercials about once-in-a-lifetime (once-this-week) car sales or hormone treatments or scalped event tickets for sale (THREE THREE THREE ESS EEE AYE TEE). No temptation to change channels or modes or bands or cds.

I noticed a big difference in the experience of driving when I focused on driving. I looked at the cars in front of me, and noticed where they were beside me. I easily saw the minivan who was creeping into my lane.

Remember what I wrote yesterday? Multi-tasking actually adds cognitive stress with every switch and this accumulates and can eventually lead to fatigue, overload and burnout. What does this do to us as we drive? Maybe this is part of the reason for road rage?

Another distraction in the car can often be children, at least in my car. I haven’t tried driving attentively with a child in the car, but I daresay there will be adjustments to make in order to pay the best attention to the road ahead.

I recommend you try an experiment wherein you intentionally drive attentively. Dedicate yourself to the task of driving. What distracted you while you drove? What did you do with your phone while you drove? Did you miss out on anything while you were driving attentively? Leave a comment and let me know what you discover.

Today’s post addressed my first objective: become aware of what is distracting me from what/who is in front of me. What have you become aware of that is distracting you?

 

Long Time, No See

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So, I fell off the edge of the earth a few months ago. Fortunately, I did have a rope tied around my waist. Unfortunately, it hurt like a banshee when the rope extended to its full length. Fortunately, I have some extra padding so my liver was not completely halved. Unfortunately, it took me awhile to pull myself back up to the edge of the earth. Fortunately, I managed to swing my leg up and over and got myself back up here onto the earth. Unfortunately, it had been so long since I had written that I was too embarrassed to come back. Fortunately, I remembered that I enjoy blogging and there seem to be one to three people who like reading my writing, so I got over myself.

And so, here I am again.

You might be wondering what made me come back after all this time. Was it taking up the drums? Was it my fourth child getting ready to go to college? Was it the exciting prospect of my eldest coming home for awhile? Was it the new things in the works with my honey’s career?

Nope. None of those things. What got me back here was clutter. The very reason I started this blog in 2008. You see, I thought I might go for a bike ride today. But in the process of preparing, I realized my life is rather like Fibber McGee’s closet.

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Too much stuff to pay attention to. Too little organization of it all. Too much time to find things. Too little putting away of things. Too much distraction. Too little concentration.

Therefore, I have decided today that I am embarking on a 30-day challenge to become a champion of single-tasking. Today is day 0. Just getting all the details figured out and putting them out there to give myself a little bit of accountability.

I have three objectives:

Objective: become aware of what is distracting me from what/who is in front of me.
Objective: become stronger at focusing on one single task at a time.
Objective: discover what has to change in order to become more focused and able to concentrate.

The internet tells me that mono-tasking, or single-tasking, is the practice of dedicating oneself to a given task and minimizing potential interruptions until the task is completed or a significant period of time has elapsed. Multi-tasking actually adds cognitive stress with every switch and this accumulates and can eventually lead to fatigue, overload and burnout.

Frankly, I’ve had enough fatigue, overload and burnout. My quest is to find the holy grail of the perfect intersection of energy, enthusiasm, and eustress.

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The Elephant in the Room. Also, Education.

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I guess it’s a normal part of motherhood, the second guessing, the awareness of my unawareness, the perfect perception that exists in hindsight.

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But ok, before we discuss education, I have to acknowledge that I’m coming to the table much later than some others parents do. At a meeting last night about IEPs, there was a mother there whose child is 2yo. And Kepler is 11, which means she is 9 years ahead of me in addressing this.

You know, if I’d been able to do this when he was 2, I would have. And even though I know that, it still stings to be coming to this so late.

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So, about education. Kepler (and all children with disabilities) is legally entitled to FAPE, which stands for Free Appropriate Public Education. Such a small acronym but it contains a bushel full of concepts and information, none of which I will elaborate on here.

The trickiest part of his education for me is that I am an educator who taught some of our kids anywhere from K to 12th grade. A real do-it-yourself-er. So I didn’t really learn how to navigate the public school system; what the expectations are from year to year, what changes happen as the student moves to the next building, what kind of responsibilities are placed on the student in each successive grade, how to handle the disparities that come up between the school setting and the individual child’s learning style or personality or anything having to do with the social experience of school.

Throw into the mix developmental delays and it’s quite a tangled web to find my way through.

The trick then is to discover the balance between me using my good ideas and homeschooling experience, and working within the system and availing myself of their experience and resources. This may be the first time I’m being faced with working collaboratively with a team.

My typical grade on “works well with others” is “N” for “needs improvement.” I might look unprepared! I may be judged by others! I might ask a dumb question! But what if it really is possible to give and receive in this process, imperfectly, knowing I will make mistakes along the way, but trusting myself and trusting the process. I feel a slight stirring of hope, of energy around the current process.

I can wish all I want that I already knew it all, but that sure seems like wasted energy. Instead, let me take the next baby step in learning and keep on learning how to advocate for this boy and his future.

D is for Down syndrome, obviously

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I note my reaction to posts and fundraisers about other diagnoses. I don’t (can’t) read every piece about autism or Fragile X syndrome or Angelmans syndrome. I don’t even know exactly what they all are. There is only so much room in my brain for information, and there’s a lot to know about Ds. This reflection makes me realize that the rest of the world is not hanging out to know about Ds.

But pretty much all of us come into contact with people with Down syndrome, and we can all use a hand in understanding each other. So, let me tell you about Kepler, in case you meet him one of these days.

The social piece of Down syndrome

Kepler is the most (or at least tied for first with his sister) social member of our family. Everywhere we go people seem to know him. He becomes the connection for me with strangers and yet-to-be-friends. He cares about your facial expression, your interest in him, your desire for him to be a part of what you are doing. He loved helping our neighbor water his grass the other evening. He is careful and does the best job he can.

Kepler can be very easy to get along with, and he can also be tricky to get places with. He laughs from the depths of his being, and his determination is fierce. My job as his mom is to support and guide him in using that determination as a positive force, something that helps him become the best version of himself.

What You Can Do

Realize that every interaction you have with a person with Down syndrome is teaching them something. If you let Kepler stroke your hair or go in for an unasked-for hug, he is learning that it is ok to touch other people without their permission. Not much of an issue when he is little, but it becomes a BIG issue when he is bigger. Head him off at the pass by reaching out to shake his hand. Model for him what is appropriate, what you do when you come into contact with another adult or stranger. Tell him “Please ask before you hug.” Simple things with kindness.

The accommodative piece for Down syndrome

People who do not live with Ds sometimes think that the person with Ds must simply fit into the world’s expectations.  And while it is true that a person with Ds does have to get along with others and at some point do things the way their environment asks them to, those in his environment also must adjust to doing things more slowly, more deliberately and more times. This includes giving instructions, completing tasks, making transitions, and understanding how the person thinks about things. This delicate balance I am still learning to manage.

What You Can Do

Remember that behavior is always communication. Notice the context where it is happening. Who is there? What is happening right before and right after? Always allow extra time when working with a person with Down syndrome. The relaxed pace is better for everyone and truly gives the child/adolescent/adult the best chance to succeed.

Keep it Simple, Sweetie (The KISS method)

Yesterday, I online chatted with both Cincinnati Bell and Time Warner. Just a little thing in the course of a day. Many of us do similar things throughout the day. However, while I chatted, I also played basketball outside with Kepler, chased the ball, made sure I didn’t get disconnected on the chat, had the actual conversation, waited in line with Kepler, and told knock-knock jokes with him between chat comments. Doing all those things simultaneously is not ideal. It’s pretty stressful, actually.

Ideal would be leaving my phone in the house while I play basketball outside, and being prepared for every eventuality.  A motto of my family of origin was, “Make the most of every opportunity.” I think I have interpreted that to mean, “Do as much as possible at all times.” Those really aren’t the same, are they? Making the most of every opportunity means being present where I am, which happens to be wise advice for all of us, whatever our station in life.

What You Can Do

Consider abandoning multi-tasking, either altogether or for periods of time each day. I have noticed that when I provide half of my attention (or less), I get half as good (or less) behavior. Make sure you have his attention. Say his name and make sure he is listening before you give him an instruction. Recognize that simple instructions are best, and if you repeat them, use the same words. Even if you prefer variety, he thrives on routine, repetition and review.

What other suggestions do you have for helping someone with Down syndrome be as successful as they can be?

 

Chowing for Children


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(Note: Yesterday, I alleged that today’s blog would be all about giving children a choice. Seems that my plans changed. I don’t mind if you Sioux me.)

Look, it’s been a day, and the only similar phrase I could think of was Concert for Bangladesh, which happened in 1971. I know there is a musical group called Bowling for Soup which sings at least one Phineas and Ferb song. But I can’t think of any other [VERBING] for [CAUSE] phrases at the moment.

The title is a bit tongue (and donut) in cheek, actually. But it’s not all that far from the truth.

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You see, I’ve been working very diligently to perfect my stress eating techniques. I seem to be getting better at it all the time. It’s amazing how I can be driving down the road, heading straight for the drive-thru, and my the angel on my shoulder will be saying/singing, “Oh, YOOO-HOOOO, this is not a good idea? Sounds like something that rascal on the other shoulder thought up.”

And you can just bet that the rascal just smirks. Homer Simpson seemed like the logical choice for illustration because donuts.

Anyway. Stress lives. And food helps. That’s the kicker, that the eating actually does relieve the stress. Well, the initial stress anyhow.

All I can say is that I’m learning, people. Pretty darn slowly, most of the time, when it comes to this area. Glacially, pretty much. Although I must be doing something right because I do not yet have to iron my pants on the driveway. But, it’s not the best solution, by any means.

I love it when I write a blog post and think I’ve been extra helpful or witty or otherwise unforgettably readable. And then we have days like today when I use my blog as a confessional wherein I acknowledge there are some tasty thorns among the roses.

My plan is to be gentle with myself on the one hand, while smacking myself into shape with the other. Will that work? I will celebrate the hours (mostly while I sleep) which do not involve eating foods that are not taking care of me, and rue the minutes which do. I’m going to meditate 10 minutes a day, and during the other 1430 minutes try to hinder, interfere with, impede, hamper, obstruct, block, check, and/or curb my commitment to all things junk and avoid the self-driving-car-like motions of turning right into the parking lots of those places.

I’ll leave you with the incredibly deep words of my poem “Why Don’t Beets Taste Like Butter?”

Why don’t beets taste like butter

And why won’t sugar just drown itself?

And why can’t I, as a mother,

Leave those dog don* cookies on the shelf?

And why is all the broccoli so stinky,

And who makes the sweet-smelling bread?

Why is rest always over in a blinky,

And can you believe that sweet comfy bed?

I’m not a lazy lady,

No matter what I say.

My teeth and lips are especially busy

Getting me through each and every day.

So, today as you eat your perfect menu

Feel free to toss me a few good thoughts,

And today, yes, today, I WILL DO

What yesterday felt all for naught.

*dog don is Kepler’s version of “doggone [it]” and I simply am not going to ever correct that. It’s too dog don cute.

 

 

Books! Books! Books! Books!

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The night Kepler was born at home, his two older brothers (10 and 11 at the time) read him a book as they were getting to know him. Reading aloud has been the norm in our home since Valerie was a tiny baby 24 years ago.

Turns out, kids with Down syndrome are particularly receptive to reading personalized books. Books written about them, for them, on their level. You can imagine how this can wreak havoc, though, when they are being asked to read books about “Animal Noses and How They Smell,” and things like that. Those books have a place and I definitely want him to be able to choose to read any book he wants to read. It’s just that, and this is not an idea that is original to me, they learn best when there is some sort of context that is meaningful to them.

Oh The Humanity

One might think that having four kids who truly learned to read by being read to might clue one into the importance of reading to kid #5. Which we have, of course, but not nearly to the same extent as we did with the older four. The difference has been that we pretty much just read out loud every book we could get our hands on, and read to the older kids evening after evening after evening. All the way through the Lord of the Rings books, The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, and so many more. Books that the kids didn’t necessarily have the vocabulary for yet, but learned so much just through listening to Greg reading the books to them.

With Kepler, I have focused more on easy readers. Until this past week. I had checked a chapter book (for him) out of the library and it had sat on the table for a good three weeks. For no particular reason, I decided to read it aloud.

He loved it.

Loved it! It’s one of a series about four kids in elementary school, and I think he really appreciated the sophistication of the story after sitting through five million readings of the Spot books. Not only did he love the book, he wanted me to re-read it. We read that book four times over spring break. And I love seeing how his brain makes connections between things we read and other places he has heard a word or a name.

The Method to the Madness

Now that I understand these two facts: personalized books, and higher-level material, I am so much more prepared to teach reading skills to him.

In tomorrow’s blog I will be expanding on the concept of giving him a choice, but that has come in handy with our reading aloud as well. Sometimes he tells me the book has too many words. Truly, he is not used to reading books with 60-70 pages, so I can understand that it might feel like a lot. However, I see him attending to and comprehending a lot of the story. But I still let him choose at times whether he would like for me to read one more chapter or two more chapters, two more pages or three more pages.

Having him home during Spring Break has given me a multitude of opportunities to experiment with teaching him in different ways. What I have discovered is a child who LOVES to learn and who is quite motivated to try hard when the material is connected to his life.

Vocabulary, Spoken Words, and Reading

And maybe the rest of the crowd already knew this, but I have just been learning about the connection between having a large enough vocabulary (800 words) to make reading an option.

Sue Buckley, of Down Syndrome Education (https://www.dseinternational.org/en-us/) shares the importance of actually writing down the words a child knows. With a typical child, they learn words so quickly, writing them down would grow exponentially on a weekly basis. But with Down syndrome, the child’s vocabulary grows at a slower pace, and certainly the expressive vocabulary can lag behind the understood vocabulary. So, it’s helpful to know what words my child actually knows; the ones he can read, the ones he can say, the ones he uses spontaneously, and the ones he speaks that can be understood by someone who does not know him.

Hearkening Back to College

I remember reading a book on language acquisition in children during my Developmental Psychology class. It was FASCINATING. And though Kepler may be acquiring language in a non-typical way, I am finding his process fascinating as well. And boy, am I glad I am along for the ride.

 

 

An Angry Authoritarian

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Not my actual kid, obviously. Not my actual arm, either. You can tell because it doesn’t have an Apple watch on it. But these attitudes certainly can crop up in my actual kid and my actual arm.

Years ago, I read a book called “Shepherding a Child’s Heart.” I loved the idea — to get to the heart of the child, helping them to understand their need to submit their will to the will of those in authority over them. Honestly, the idea still resonates. But, turns out, being an authoritarian parent doesn’t actually work.

As a child, I was highly motivated to do the right thing. This, however, did not extend to my attitude about doing it. I mainly wanted to avoid punishment and disapproval. So I might have looked really shiny and obedient on the outside, but inside I was just biding my time. I didn’t REALLY believe I had to do what someone else wanted unless they were bigger and stronger than me and held the key to the cookie jars of life.

The Pendulum of Parenting

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Turns out, I’ve been rather a pendulumatic parent. Swinging over to authoritarianism, just adamant that my kids would do what I told them to do. “I say jump. You say how high.” AND YOU JUMP. Then swinging back over to permissiveness when the glaring flaws of authoritarian parenting got too glary.

The current child who needs parenting doesn’t respond well to authoritarian parenting. (Does any child truly respond well to this in a long-term “this turns out to be a good thing” kind of way? I vote no.) So, I’ve been on the permissive end of the pendulum for a long time. Guess what. Being permissive works, but makes your kid unpleasant to be around, as they do what you tell them . . . IF they want to.

The Best Laid Plans

If only I could say that I had made plans and stuck to them all along. But the main plan I had was just to get through another day. Somehow, in spite of all my careering left and right, our 11-year-old son (with Down syndrome) is a delightful child. So fun to be around, funny sense of humor, cute little “Keplerisms” throughout his language.

But, we do have this issue of him being quite selective in his choice to obey or otherwise heed directions from his parents and other adults in his life.

Having a Choice is Da Bomb

Humans like to have a choice. We like to feel some sort of control over our lives. Yes, control can often be an illusion, but not always. And Kepler is a human, and he likes to have some control over his life.

I think of all the challenges that he faces — being understood as he struggles to articulate the words he is saying, implementing executive planning functions when he is asked to do too many things at one time, figuring out the whole social scene with what is appropriate and what is not. Things that all kids face along the way, but maybe have more success in reaching those milestones earlier in life. And it makes sense to me that he simply wants to have a say in things.

Problem comes when the things he wants to have a say in are not really things he gets to have a say in, in the fashion he is trying to have his say!

Remedial Parenting, Not Even Parenting 101: The Power of Choice

Ultimately, I would like for him to come to a place of understanding that the adults in his life care about him and therefore he can trust them when they give him a direction and therefore it’s actually in his best interest to comply. This gets complicated when the adults in his life are imperfect and give him a direction that is more for THEIR best interest. So, as much as I initially thought it would be so dreamy for him to just give me first-time obedience, every day, 24/7, in the long run, I think that focusing on the relationship as the primary value is where I want to have my pendulum rest.

For now, I am working on giving him a choice between two options that are both appropriate. I told his pediatrician, “I just want him to do what I say!” And she laughed. “Don’t we all! All of us parents would love to have that happen.” Giving him a choice is a bit of a backdoor to him obeying, because I don’t really think this qualifies as obedience when he is the one making the choice. But, baby steps are still steps.

So I am stepping back from wanting to demand obedience. However we got here, when I demand anything, I pretty much end up getting the exact opposite. For now, I am focusing on helping him be successful in completing tasks, getting places, making good decisions, and maintaining the relationship. Then we can build on those successes and start to learn how to do things we don’t want to do right this minute.

As Per Usual, Parenting is a Microcosm of Life

I am most comfortable with structure and clarity and routine and confidence. Huh. Turns out, so is Kepler. Life doesn’t always provide structure and clarity and routine, now does it? So, learning to adjust to change, even changes that seem or are unfair, is part of growing up into a successful adult. I still struggle with it, to be perfectly honest. But I’m learning. And he will too.