Just yelled "Mom, I need Chapstick like ASAP! Mom." He's in the bath tub. Why chapstick? So I didn't act soon enough and he streaked from the tub to his room buck naked (but holding a towel) and re-stated that urgency. "I need Chapstick like ASAP." And he says it "Ay-Sap" so cute.
So this boy I've had twelve years is continually a delight and yet to my horror he will say to people, "Uh, no offense intended, but..." and go on to say something incredibly and obviously offensive. We've told him numerous times, you know, if you realize it could be offensive, to the point you'll preface it with that disclaimer, you probably shouldn't say it!
Earlier today we were driving & we see a huge billboard and Log reads "1-800-Hurt - Have you fallen in the past 12 months? Yes!" and I asked him, have you fallen in the past 12 hours? And he said, "I've fallen in the past 12 minutes! Yes! I need a Power Chair!"
He just called me into the bathroom. "Mom, mom check this out it's so awesome." He has the Jaccuzi filled all the way up, he has the jets pointed upwards and "It's sooooo cool!" yeah it's cool all right. He has half a pear sitting on the side of the tub. Yum, snack and a bath. You should let some of that water out. You're going to overflow. "Well I was thinking of using this water again later tonight." He soaks. He gets out. He goes back & soaks some more later. He's never been so clean. I made him help me clean the bathroom floor and do a load of towels today so maybe he'll get how much work all this is. I told him my water bill is $80 but he doesn't really have any idea what that is.
We all had Friday off this weekend so we brought home lots of school work to make up. We spend probably 8 hours on one worksheet with fractions. Wow. And he still loved me after that. He looked at me during one conversation we were having about whatever, and he said "Can we arrange that, to have graves right next to each other's, so when you're in a skeleton, and I'm in a skeleton, so if I get scared, we can like, dig in between and know you're there."
I told him yeah and we can hold hands.
So many teachers at their wits ends with this boy. I am realizing maybe it isn't the way it looks. If it takes me x hours to get y number of problems on z number of worksheets done with him, maybe it's just not the way it looks. How could he get this work done in class if it takes us this much time? I'm not even that bad at explaining it!
Well a different teacher confirmed what I have been praying under my breath for weeks now. He isn't a sprint, said this guy, he's a marathon. He's worth this extreme amount of energy I have expended. He's worth the extra supervision and the gallons of extra water. Gallons and gallons.
Us when we aren't skeletons.
Lauren
2 comments:
He knows it. You know it. Thank god you have a teacher who knows it now too.
Hug that non-skeleton tight, for they grow up and leave us all too quickly. :(
He's so sweet. Yesterday morning he jumped in bed with me and I was going to warm his feet up with mine and he said, "mom, no offense, but your feet are really crusty!"
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