Yesterday we attended the H school Fate. Lovely experience, very well organised and very warmly received. I don' tknow why this school feels like family to me, because my friends and family are working there or because they work like friends and family. Its a lovely school.
The bigger surprise was A, I was very nervous about what it would be like, and yup, you guessed it, he couldn't tolerate the loud music and the lack of structure in the environment and starting saying from the very start 'mamu kee big car mein nani house jaayegaa.' Disaster I thought, I should never allow myself to be so vulnerable, I left my car behind at Nani's thinking quite neurotypically that we are going in bhaiya's car. So I tried to problem solve. Took him away from the action into the school's jhoola zone which has a huge sand pit and lovely slides.
A thoroughly enjoyed there, it was quiet, few people, and A had all the things he needed, slide, sand and silence :-) Honestly I didn't really have a plan, so we whiled away the time for the next 40 minutes just like that. Then, he started getting bored and saw a child with chocolate and demanded for chocolate.
We took the plunge, made Divya carry him and we headed to the fate again, towards the food stalls trying to see what can be bought for him. Home made brownies which was incidentally my Sisiter's students' stall. Bought him cake, bought myself and Divya the very famous Sharma Ji ke chhole kulche (you need to have lived in GK to know what They are).
A sat like a happy child and ate his cake, he also had his probiotic which I was carrying and some chocolate (thankfully) found in his bag. We got a breather, then once through with food he again started demanding 'mamu ke big car mein nani house jaayega.' Thats when I started to panic, called bro, sis, upto 30 times and guess in the ho hum of the fate, they couldn't take my call.
The last resort, called G, requested him to navigate my driver from Valley view to heritage school, and took A to the sand pit yet again requesting D my maid to keep him engaged. Called mom, she would be another hour, sis responded, and I asked her to come spend time with us so I feel reassured. She and her friend came, we spent time together and finally once my driver came, we left. Of course A was a bit heart broken he wanted to go back in Maamu ki big car. Boys will always be boys ... badi gaadi dikhi nahin kee zidd shuru.
We had more breakdowns which really got the better of me, but I will not write as its not necessary.
The learning, its good to take such challenges, helps prepare children for confusion, also helps build your nerve muscle.
The other progress that I wish to account for is that A is writing more happily, on sand and floor with chalk, I love to see him find writing reinforcing, its a delight to watch him make a Z in complete 'Zorro' style. He is going back to some food items on his own, Pasta, Eggie, Cake have started to find their way in his heart, he eats as much as a bit though, but it almost as if what got lost with regression is making its way back :-) I will seize the opportunity. Will need your prayers so I have strength,
The other thing that has found its way back is paints. When music left us, paints came back, also reading came back, so we are not unhappy, some art form needs to stay with us.
And music also has not left us really, I am just waiting for A to be stronger and older, and I will put him in a music class, right now therapies alone take up so much of his time.
Bubbles is coming to an end :-( we will be registering for July, these guys can do total magic.
Even though some days the road ahead has alot of mist and the days look dark and bleak, A brings me the promise of hope, almost saying ...
"Jeet jaayenge hum, tu agar sang hai!!"
The bigger surprise was A, I was very nervous about what it would be like, and yup, you guessed it, he couldn't tolerate the loud music and the lack of structure in the environment and starting saying from the very start 'mamu kee big car mein nani house jaayegaa.' Disaster I thought, I should never allow myself to be so vulnerable, I left my car behind at Nani's thinking quite neurotypically that we are going in bhaiya's car. So I tried to problem solve. Took him away from the action into the school's jhoola zone which has a huge sand pit and lovely slides.
A thoroughly enjoyed there, it was quiet, few people, and A had all the things he needed, slide, sand and silence :-) Honestly I didn't really have a plan, so we whiled away the time for the next 40 minutes just like that. Then, he started getting bored and saw a child with chocolate and demanded for chocolate.
We took the plunge, made Divya carry him and we headed to the fate again, towards the food stalls trying to see what can be bought for him. Home made brownies which was incidentally my Sisiter's students' stall. Bought him cake, bought myself and Divya the very famous Sharma Ji ke chhole kulche (you need to have lived in GK to know what They are).
A sat like a happy child and ate his cake, he also had his probiotic which I was carrying and some chocolate (thankfully) found in his bag. We got a breather, then once through with food he again started demanding 'mamu ke big car mein nani house jaayega.' Thats when I started to panic, called bro, sis, upto 30 times and guess in the ho hum of the fate, they couldn't take my call.
The last resort, called G, requested him to navigate my driver from Valley view to heritage school, and took A to the sand pit yet again requesting D my maid to keep him engaged. Called mom, she would be another hour, sis responded, and I asked her to come spend time with us so I feel reassured. She and her friend came, we spent time together and finally once my driver came, we left. Of course A was a bit heart broken he wanted to go back in Maamu ki big car. Boys will always be boys ... badi gaadi dikhi nahin kee zidd shuru.
We had more breakdowns which really got the better of me, but I will not write as its not necessary.
The learning, its good to take such challenges, helps prepare children for confusion, also helps build your nerve muscle.
The other progress that I wish to account for is that A is writing more happily, on sand and floor with chalk, I love to see him find writing reinforcing, its a delight to watch him make a Z in complete 'Zorro' style. He is going back to some food items on his own, Pasta, Eggie, Cake have started to find their way in his heart, he eats as much as a bit though, but it almost as if what got lost with regression is making its way back :-) I will seize the opportunity. Will need your prayers so I have strength,
The other thing that has found its way back is paints. When music left us, paints came back, also reading came back, so we are not unhappy, some art form needs to stay with us.
And music also has not left us really, I am just waiting for A to be stronger and older, and I will put him in a music class, right now therapies alone take up so much of his time.
Bubbles is coming to an end :-( we will be registering for July, these guys can do total magic.
Even though some days the road ahead has alot of mist and the days look dark and bleak, A brings me the promise of hope, almost saying ...
"Jeet jaayenge hum, tu agar sang hai!!"
What a stressful experience
ReplyDeleteWe have been there and depending on my own emotional state - we choose whether we should take the opportunity to expand his world or to just take the easiest path
Sorry pressed "Enter" too soon
ReplyDeleteI just also wanted to add that sensorially speaking you really did all the right things
Do you do picture schedules with A
That has been one of the things that has helped us ( its not a complete solution but it makes things a little better )