Life as a mom who has her hands full
My little boy is 5 and by all accounts he is a great kid. He is funny, active and intelligent—-it has also been suggested throughout his short life that he had a language disorder, a sensory integration disorder and even the early stages of attention deficit. But by my accounts, he is just a late bloomer. One of those children who would’ve thrived about 50 years ago when lazy days were spent chasing fireflies and playing tackle football in the neighbor’s yard. He is not interested in sitting in circle time or singing “Mary had a Little Lamb” in rounds in the music room. He is not interested in coloring a giant purple dinosaur or cutting out snowmen for the Christmas party. He is happiest riding his tricycle full speed down the sidewalk and climbing trees in the backyard. He loves to read books for hours and run through the sprinkler…what he doesn’t like are rigid classrooms with unrealistic expectations. What he doesn’t like are round people with round pegs trying to shove his unique shape into their “ideal mold” and truly……I can’t say that I blame him.
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