Don’t lose hope. Don’t give up on your kids.

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It’s been a little longer than 7 hours and 15 days (Sinead O’Conner anyone?  Anyone?), since I have added any new posts.  But, I went back and read some of my old posts and something pretty incredible happened. Because I had stepped away from the blog for years and came back to read the entries it was almost as if reading someone else’s posts.  And during that time I had to admit that I was pleasantly entertained and impressed with some SOME of the writing and witty tales I told.  It is in light of this little event that I want to try to start writing again.  Many life events have happened since my last post.  The most life changing was the sudden death of my Dad on December 16, 2014 but I will save those entries for a day when I think those words would flow.  Today is not that day.

Today I just want to take a minute to talk to any mom out there who has a child(ren) who, despite all your hard word, dedication and discipline, seems destined to be “that kid.”  To be the kid who when people see coming they are less than happy.  The kid who causes the phone calls, meetings and conversations with school officials, teachers and principals.  You are fighting tooth and nail to raise this little monster into well rounded, happy, polite, kind and responsible citizens of the world yet you go to bed every night with visions of them grown and talking to you through a 3 inch thick sheet of glass and a telephone to each of your ears.  To you I say, do not ever, ever give up.  Some kids, it appears, are born with this natural need to behave, keep people happy, and do as they are told.  I have one of those too.  I did not raise either of my two differently but as they continue to grow, it is obvious they are two very different people.  And, I am finally getting to that point that I can SEE the results of all the countless tears, hard word, determination, and most of all LOVE we have poured into Action Jackson.  He is succeeding with flying colors in the gifted class he was invited to join this year.  His grades have all been A’s and B’s (with 1 C and he did NOT like that) but most impressive and awesome to me is he received his first EVER “S” for “Satisfactory” in conduct.  He does have an IEP (Individual Education Plan) that is WORKING.  I am such a believer in these.  At first it was hard for me to admit my child needed extra help.  That he was outside the norm and couldn’t handle some situations like the everyday 10 year old.  But once I swallowed my pride and let the process do it’s thing I not only believed in it, I advocated for it.  I have talked to several of my friends who are going through similar situations and I am always saying, “Get an IEP!”  I know our IEP, the fact that he is being challenged at an academic level for the first time in his life, and the availability of the resource classroom and teacher if things get overwhelming have changed.our.lives.

I am not going to espouse all this without admitting that things are still not, nor will they every be, perfect but when I go back and read some of my posts from my pasts career as a Mom and think about where we are today I can’t help but realize just how far we’ve all come.

So, frazzled mom with the tears in your eyes, just hold on hun.  If you keep fighting for him (or her) and love your child in SPITE of their actions, there will come a time when you start to see light at the end of that dark tunnel.

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  • Why I Write this Stuff

    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.