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I Spy a Spider and Punch Bug Yellow!

February 28, 2009

I have a funny story for you, and I’ll try to communicate it as closely as possible to the way it happened so it doesn’t lose anything in translation. (Actually, to the way my husband told it…he’s a great storyteller—oral storyteller, that is—completely my opposite, who can’t tell a joke or a funny story out loud without mixing it up hopelessly or screwing up the punch line. I finish telling a joke and all I get are the chirping crickets and the blank stares. But I think I can do a credible job of writing about it.)

 

So we’re out to dinner at New London Steakhouse with friends Jason and Melissa. Jason and Melissa are wonderful—they’re funny, laugh-out-loud kind of people who will say and do anything. Duane has been working on fancying up a boat (ocean-going) with Jason for quite some time now—a boat that he will likely never step foot on because he pukes when he thinks about getting out on the ocean. But that’s another story.

 

So somehow, we get on the subject of my dear second-born Lawson. I think Melissa asked how he was doing in school or something like that. I had to shake my head and laugh. Duane and I exchanged a look. “Well, he loves school!” I said honestly. “He loves his teacher, he loves playing pencil wars, and forgetting to turn his homework into the basket, and losing his lunch money…or sometimes giving it away to three different kids before he ever reaches the classroom….he loves it!” We were all laughing by now. “He just has a little touch of ADD.” I explained, “but the kid does the best he can. He tries to please, you know? He does not purposefully set out to leave one shoe in the living room and the other one in the bathroom, and then forget that he ever removed them at all. When I tell him to clean up the ten toys on his bedroom floor, he does not intentionally mean to turn it into a free form disaster zone within twenty minutes. It just happens. He gets distracted.”

 

By this time I noticed that Melissa and Jason were nodding, fairly emphatically. “I feel your pain,” Melissa was saying. “Jason is the same way!” She launched into a description of how he had the same behaviors with his own shoes (and hats, and coats, and big boy toys…). Jason affirmed it.

 

“I always knew there was a reason why I wasn’t doing as well in school as I knew I could do,” he said. “I’d be working on something and my mind would just wander off. I didn’t mean to do it, though. It just happened.”

 

At this point Duane jumped in. “Uh, yeah, I’ll say! You should see him when we’re working on the boat. He’ll be sanding one section—” Duane did a great impression of Jason with the sander here—“and then I’ll look over a second later and he’ll be sanding some completely different section. I’m like, why are you over there? And he’ll say, oh, this part looked like it needed sanding! So I have to gently redirect him back to the original section. And Lawson…let me tell you about Lawson in the truck the other day. We’re driving down the road, and out of the blue he says, ‘Daddy, do you remember when you had me stand up on the table naked so you could get the tick off of me?’ Now, this took me a minute, because this is referring to last summer, when Lawson had a tick on his privates, and I needed some good light to see and get it off of him. Now, before I could catch up with him, almost before that sentence was out of his mouth, he was on to the next—‘Punch bug yellow! Punch bug blue!’ And then, right on top of that, no breath in between: ‘I saw a spider in the kitchen it was big. Oh, and Boo laid down and watched t.v. with me, that’s how I got this white cat hair on my jacket.”

 

We were all cracking up right about this time. It’s funny. You have to laugh. I mean, we’re moving at warp speed from ticks on wee-wees to punch bugs, to monster spiders to white cat hair.

 

But then, there’s definitely a serious side, too. One in four people suffer from ADD in one form or another, and you have to wonder how on earth they cope. There are many people out there who “don’t believe” in ADD, simply because it is more diagnosed today than it was fifteen years ago. Well, so are a lot of things. Just because something was not commonly diagnosed fifteen or twenty years ago does not mean that it did not exist…look at Jason, for instance. He knew something was wrong. It just didn’t have a name. We are non-medicators, so far, looking at every possible strategy we can to help our child function. There are a lot of dietary changes that can be made, but they look very extreme, cutting out all sugar and going to a strict gluten and casein-free regimen. There are also a lot of organizational and routine strategies that can be implemented, which honestly, would probably help Lawson’s mother out as well. J

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Terry permalink
    March 3, 2009 8:15 am

    Hi Lori,
    As would be expected, you are doing an amazing job of expressing yourself. I can not wait to share this story with my current Master’s class (The Exceptional Student).

  2. hintonrae permalink*
    March 3, 2009 8:50 am

    Terry–so great to hear from you! How’d you like that January Christmas card? 🙂 It’s always funny to find out who’s reading…sounds like you’re busy, but let’s catch up sometime.

  3. Terry permalink
    March 4, 2009 7:47 pm

    Kristi turned me on your work. As for Christmas, 2008 was the worst. Slowly healing, though. Hope to see you soon.

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