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A Rocky Start To School

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My kid did not like the beginning of fifth grade. To start with, his best friend moved to San Diego. For seconds, his other two buds are in the other class. For thirds, as part of a “responsive classroom” technique, all kids were put in groups of four or five and told to go to lunch and recess together. I’m certain this was done as a way to eliminate cliques and get clashing groups of kids working together in an Odd Couple meets Kum Ba Yah Seratonin Rainbow Connection sort of theory, but it wasn’t flying with Stinker. Sadly, he was put with a few kids who weren’t exactly in his fan club last year. (Those issues were resolved, but some hurts remained.)

After talking briefly to his teacher, I decided to write a letter to the principal. For five years I’ve played “Nice Mama” while I befriended every mean kids’ mama in an attempt to have all parties learn: one to show grace, one to show flexibility, all to show forgiveness and kindness and all that Good Samaritan crap.

This year, I didn’t have it in me. My husband was undergoing major work stuff, it has been hotter than hell, the pressure is up to finish my book and I was worried about my upcoming Baptism where I would be forced to make my “declaration” as well as go into full body submersion for Christ. Or, as my best friend’s husband likes to put it, “Go into the Dunk Tank for the world’s holiest wet tee-shirt contest.”

I caught the eye of the principal the third day of school, a kind man we’ll call Jay who has more fashion sense than Nate Berkus and a bigger heart than Oprah. He gave me the “I’ll set up something tomorrow” walk by confirmation. “My son wants to be homeschooled,” I interrupted him.

“Meet me in the office in twenty.”

And so I did.

With my son – who was not so happy to be sitting in the Principal’s pad on the third day of school.

Picture a lovely gray wall, arty table with elegant striped slip covers, Jay in a fabulous purple checked Oxford and my son – slumped with his Mario shirt and size nine feet tapping the floor.

Jay: So, Stinker, I hear you’re having a rough year.

Stink: I guess.

Jay: Let’s start with the positive. What do you love about fifth grade?

Stink: I don’t know.

Jay: What do you not love?

Stink: I don’t know.

Jay: What do you love about your teacher?

Stink: I don’t know.

Jay: What do you not love?

Stink: I don’t know.

This continues as Jay patiently looks at him with eyes as blue as marbles and kind as water.

Jay: You know, Stink, I got an email from your mom, and she says things aren’t amazing, but if you can’t talk about it, I can’t help you. And we all know your mom can talk, but you’re a big boy. In the fifth grade. So how about we shelve this…(Jay looks over at me with a confidential nod) until you feel you can get straight with me.

Suddenly, tears well up in Stink’s eyes. He’s trying to hold back the emotion, but one of them pops right off his cheek onto Mario the Plumber’s noggin.

Stink: Well, there is something….

Jay: Tell me, Stink.

Stink: Well…. it’s not my teacher…

Jay nods in empathy.

Stink: And it’s not the work…

Jay continues nodding.

Stink: And it’s not the kids….

Stink’s voice is really starting to crack now as he trails off.

Jay: What is it, Stink?

Big sigh from Stink, who finally, in a rush of held back emotion, explodes: It’s my MOTHER.

If a principal could have whip-lash, I am pretty sure Jay got it. As the victim of my son’s unexpected driving maneuver, I caught Jay’s glance with 1/3 horror, 1/3 fear, and 1/3 laughter. This was gonna be good.

Jay: What, exactly, do you mean?

Jay shrugged his shoulders at me. Is it okay to go on? he seemed to ask. I gave him a look back that pretty much said What the Fuck. We didn’t need words. If every gal needs a gay husband to understand her, I was pretty sure at this moment I had found my mate for life in that principal.

Stink: It’s just… well… my mom lets men service her on weekends to pay for my school shoes doesn’t let me play computer games like all my other friends’ mothers. It’s just not fair.

Jay: You mean, that she limits your time?

Stink: YES! You see, I have plants on Toon Town that I need to water every day. But I’m not allowed on the computer during school time. (Starting to well up with tears again) And it’s all I can think about all day long because my plants are going to die!

Jay: (Straight at me) I didn’t see that one coming.

Now I’m laughing out loud. I can’t help it. But Stink is not amused.

Stink: You’re not listening, Mama! I’m really scared about my plants! AND. YOU. DON’T. CARE.

Jay: (Pointing out an orchid in the center of the table.) Stink, I have a real live plant here you can come in and water every single day if you want to.

Stink: It’s not the same thing!

Jay: No, it isn’t.  (Then) And you know what else?

Stink: What.

Jay: I used to have that pouty faced look down pat. And my mom was like your mom which meant sometimes she got played. But not for long. And I’m going to call you out on this one. There might be something else other than plants going on here, but either way, my door is always open for you when you want to talk. Do you know that?

Stink: Yeah.

Jay: You are a bright, beautiful, loving boy who is going to have an amazing year. And I’m here for you. Okay? (Stink nods) Now give me a hug.

Stink gives him a half embrace.

Jay: What kind of hug is that? Give me a real hug.

So he does. And then I do, too. If I could, I’d have hugged that man all day long. And then I’d have licked his shirt because it reminded me of the world’s prettiest sherbert popsicle.

Folks, I don’t have the answer for why my kid likes virtual plants more than real ones. I don’t always know what to do when kids are being mean to my kid. When does he fight his battles? When does Mom step in? But I sure know this: Fifth grade is hard for lots of kids, not just ones with T.S.. I can’t break down over every little “I want to be homeschooled” threat. I will keep a close eye on my kids’ love for computers – is it addiction (doubtful) or just his wiring (likely). But I will always be grateful to a wonderful educator named Jay.

To prove it, the next day, I left Jay a little something in his office. It was a real live plant with a card. The card read: “Thank, Jay, for all you did. Please water this sucker every day.” Love, Andrea

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About Andrea Frazer

Find me at www.happilytickedoff.com! I'm a produced television, magazine, newspaper and national blog writer available for freelance writing in the areas of faith, parenting, lifestyle and healthcare. In addition to ghostwriting and content creation, I am proud to be publishing my first book. Called "Happily Ticked Off," it is a humorous mom-moir about raising a son with Tourette Syndrome. I can best be described as Erma Bombeck meets Nora Ephron. I live to connect with others through writing, authenticity and just a wee bit of sass.

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  1. I am also taking a dose of my own medicine very soon which is to get up and walk away from my kid to calm down. He has started vocal ticking NON stop. Every five seconds this low huh click uh uh squeak bleeeeeck. He’s also hyper as hell. I swear, I don’t know if it’s the noises or the intensity around him but when he is like this his energy sucks me dry and I feel bad. I just need a break. So I’m off to drink coffee and not tell him to STOP IT PLEASE STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because he can’t help it. (also going to get him off the dairy this week and back on his supplements. Magnesium, take it away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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  2. OH. MY. GOD. That was too funny, possibly because it hit a little close to home. Mine just had a sobbing melt down too and blamed me for not letting him play Mario and donkey kong because all his friend’s mothers let them play all day AND THEY ALL HAVE TICS TOO!!! (fyi- minecraft- no tics for almost a year- Two days on Mario bros- head nods and shoulder shrugs back like they never left).

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  3. Joy, I am DYING .My husband also, who is in major job self-discovery crisis mode, decided to “bond” with Stink by teaching him a first person shooter game and Age of Empires. My kid is ticking like a CLOCK. Truthfully, tics came before the new comp games, but still. Oy. How are you handling life?

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    • By the way, I shared with you that we were trying NAET and accupuncture. The doctor does some sort of test to see if the body wants accupuncture. Apparently J’s body has only wanted it once. He has had the NAET 6 or 7 times. His tics are definitely better, but I can’t be positive it is because of the allergy elimination. He thinks it is helping, and our insurance covers it, so we are going to stick with it a while.

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    • Hanging in there. Waiting for school to start next week. We’ll see. But thanks for the laugh, that was hysterical.

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  4. Our neurologist mentioned that there is usually an uptick in tics for back to school or that was her theory. I am definitely hearing more throat clearings. My husband doesn’t hear them or once in a while if I point them out to him then he thinks it’s allergies or a cold starting for change of seasons. Any way good luck for the school year. And speaking of supplements from your comment I think a ways back you mentioned doing a more detailed post about the supplements you were doing. I would still love to read that. Thanks.

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    • Okay, will get that done for you, Dee! Good to hear upswings are normal. Stink’s have calmed down a bit recently but they go up with gaming.

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  5. LOL….hilarious post.
    For what it’s worth, my kids think I am the mayor of Limited Screen Time Town and they hate it. Really hate it. I also don’t allow first person shooter games, which makes my oldest (fifteen next week) occasionally burst into tears of self-pity. But I will stand firm!!!! They can do whatever they want when their frontal lobe is fully developed. 🙂

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  6. WHEN is their frontal lobe fully developed? 18? Not sure I can hold out that long. Speaking of video games (again) my son went to work with my husband this week, and the very nice lady asked if he would like to come in and play a video game. My husband said, “my (horrible) wife doesn’t let him play because it gives him tics. And GUESS WHAT? It gives her son tics too, so she limits his time. Could this BE the major trigger? Because he was fine all during camp with the food coloring, and chlorine, and sugar, sugar, sugar.

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  7. Pingback: Sorry, Kid, They Just Don’t Like You | Happily Ticked Off

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