We often have challenges with our daughter after she spends the alternate weekend with family in New York. (I'll get into the rationale for the arrangement in later posts). Knowing the environment there, I am aware that it is far less structured than that my husband and I have created in Philadelphia. We've (mom taking the lead) read lots of ADHD parenting books, seen child development specialists, psychologists, psychiatrists, neurologists, social workers and just about anybody who I thought could help us help our daughter succeed in school and succeed socially. For girls, it is very important for them to have "girlfriends". Its half the reason why they go to school--or at least from my experience it appears to have a huge impact on their desire to go to school. My husband and I have taken parenting courses and he's been an strong advocate especially when it comes to creating the right school and home environment for our children. It is so important to have a partner where the two of you see eye-to-eye on important matters.
This morning Hass (nickname to protect the innocent?)was clearly unfocused. I knew she would have challenges this morning. After turning on the timer -- if she beats the timer, she's rewarded--I went back to my room. I heard a strange noise, one clearly not part of the morning dressing routine. "What are you doing Hass?" Clipping the thorns off my roses. She had an excellent guitar performance Saturday prior to going to NY and her brother and Dad got her roses. "Get dressed," I said in no uncertain terms. "OK," but I knew she wasn't on track. When I came in the room she was on the floor doing I don't know what. She only had her socks on and still her nightgown. Of course, I laid down the law. She wasn't able to wear the "cute" outfit we had gotten together the night before. She got herself together and by Dad's reports, did well upon going downstairs to eat. She redeemed herself and was able to change and wear the outfit she wanted.
A day in the life of Hass is never dull.
Love you Girl!
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