One of the many things that are harder with an LT

Okay so having a son with a language disorder isn't always easy, but most of the time since he is my only child and I don't have anything to compare too, parenting and being his mother comes mostly pretty easy except for a few things.

This morning it is my weekend day to get up.  (Sundays are mine, yeah we don't go to church you found me out.)  My husband nuged me to get up as the dog was whining to go out.  What I didn't hear was Will who every morning wakes me up to whatever TV show dialog he is running through his head.  So I let the dog out come back upstairs to find him awake and wrapped up in his blankets.  He just looked at me and said  "sleepy".  Now this is a good indicator he is not feeling well as he is always up and perky in the morning.  After he asks me to snuggle, which I do for about 15 minutes I get him to go downstairs where he again wants to snuggle and he falls asleep for another hour with me on the couch.

So you are probably wondering how this is harder than any other 4 years old child.  Here is where it gets more difficult.  Will can not tell me what is wrong when he is sick.  If his nose is running he says its "stuffy" and gets me a kleenex to wipe it, but other than that I am on my own to figure out if he has an upset stomach (a symptom I usually do not discover until he vomits - like this morning), a sore throat (he stops eating, but this could be for the tummy too) or whatever else a 4 year old germ magnet could have.

Luckily for me I have been able to at least comfort him which I think more than anything other than Advil or Tylenol is what all mothers do with a sick kid.  Lets hope he is better tomorrow.

Another day a better attitude

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So today went much better in part because I wanted it to. I decided to concentrate on what matters, Will and how I need to put things in perspective. Yes school choices are difficult, much more so than some of my friends with kids the same age, but really they are 4. I know someday I will think back on this time and regret worrying over these decisions and not just enjoying my smiling, happy, beautiful son with all of his quirks included.

At some point this morning I was answering a post on a Yahoo group I belong to about a woman whose son is reading, but not talking and I took a trip down memory lane and looked at some older videos I have of Will reading, counting and doing his ABC's at very early ages. Some of these videos were taken before we suspected anything was wrong with Will, except that he seemed a crazily smart baby/little boy (he still is actually). I try to remember how I felt then and realize that besides his language disorder Will is the same gifted baby I was so proud then and still proud of now.

Having a pity party

Today is one of those days where I think of the saying God only give you what you can handle and think I am not too sure this is true. After another long talk with the school district I left feeling the same way I always do, sad and pissed that the system is so flawed for a child like Will. Trying to make a decision on where to put him in school next year has consumed my thoughts for the better part of two weeks now and before that was at least a thought bouncing along in my brain to think over from time to time. Now only do I have to find a school for Will I then have to convince them to take him. Having a child with developmental delays is a hard sell for some schools.

When I think rationally though I know there is the perfect school for him and that I will know it when I see it and talk to the teacher. For know I feel at least content knowing not sending Will to full day Kindergarten is the right decision. Now I just have to sort the rest out. . . .and continue to worry about potty training, but that problem is for another day.