Reading problems

After witnessing a meltdown while trying to work on a writing sample for our charter school teacher, we scheduled an appointment with an educational therapist for Thing 1. It was a bit difficult watching my eight year-old struggling with what sound a "J" makes or what letter comes after "T" especially when I remember her seeming to blaze through those kinds of games as a toddler.

It was also a bit disheartening to see how distracted she seems to get. Always wanting to tell stories or act out animals or go get her violin. Watching her I started wondering if it was something other than just excitement. After her session the therapist asked if she had ever been tested for attention problems. So we have another appointment to make (or at least something to discuss at her next check-up).

The biggest change, though, is the removal of her Hebrew class and lessons. The therapist feels that until Thing 1 gets a good foundation with English reading that adding in another language can just confuse her. The upside is that the therapist believes it won't take long for that foundation to be built.

All of this means I need to rein in my natural reflex to push ahead with all sorts of "reading games" and focus on doing what the therapist has given us to work on. 

Round and Round it Goes

I'm laying in bed with Thing 1 while she struggles to sleep on the worst day of her cold and the continuity of it hits me.

She cries after vomiting to dry heaves that she will never be able to eat again because it just keeps coming up. Mind you she had only vomited three times and continues to fight me on what to eat.

As I lay there calming her I tell her that Grandma always had us eat plain toast, crackers, rice, etc and drink fizzy drinks. She learned it from her mom who learned it from her mom and someday she (Thing 1) WI be snuggled up with her baby girl or boy and saying, "when I was a little girl, my Ima had me eat plain foods and drink fizzy water."


There is something to be said for tradition.

When my mother died I took upon myself many of the traditional Jewish mourning customs which cover the course of the first year of loss. For most of that year it hasn't been a hardship to skip clothes shopping, movies or get-togethers. Some days it's been a struggle getting a meal made for my family!

But as I move into the final month of mourning I find I'm thinking more of outside things again. I've hunted down my cameras. There's no film in the Polaroids and my digitalis batteries are dead, but I know where they are. (Which is a big deal since I haven't touched them since my mother's memorial in September.) I spent some time yesterday looking at knitting patterns. I even took the girls to the beach and splashed in the water.

I still have days when I send the girls to watch a movie while I "rest" upstairs but the days between are slowly being spent more outside then curled up in the house.