The other day I was lamenting “what am I doing wrong with this kid; I must be the worlds worst parent” when the woman in charge of our sons before and after school program relayed to me that the group leaders along with herself relayed to me that the love how you parent the boys.
The truth is I am a hybrid parent. I am usually very tough on the boys because the level of structure they need equals the amount of plastic surgery done on Joan Rivers, Cher and Meg Ryan combined. I love them, but TIm and I don’t let a whole lot slide. Under that tough exterior I am part squishy teddy bear and part king of the jungle. My sons can warm my heart in an instant, sincere or not, and though usually I am declaring that I will indeed handle this issue with them when we get home, I will disembowel, filet, dice into bits any person who gets out of line with either of my sons.
Just last week I learned that Junior was getting up and sneaking out of class to go on “adventures” without an adult during the school day. First things first, I dealt with Junior and then after it kept happening for about a week I tore into the principal about why it was still happening. It is a huge liability and safety issue to have a seven year old wandering the school grounds. All the gates and doors are locked during the day I was assured (because seven year olds cannot climb fences ). I had to actually ask to have his desk moved to a spot where the teacher can see him while she is teaching. ROAR.
I get that this is unusual and that most teachers and schools are simply not trained or equipped to deal with a child that has this level of ADHD.