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Okay, my son is in 2nd grade and is, as far as I know, a model student.  He's really smart, don't get me wrong, but manages to get bored quite easily.  I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about and have to deal with it yourselves.  Well, get this  "all gone wrong" situation and see if you can relate.

At 11:00 this morning I get a call on my cell phone and it couldn't have come at a more inopportune moment.  I'm in the garden up to my nose is weeds, ants, worms and mud.  I have a 2-year-old screaming from the swingset, "Push me up to the moon, Mommy!" and I struggle to get my gloves off to see the elementary school's number on my screen!  Angry, worried, concerned, but most of all... wondering, I answered.  A squeaky voice, belonging to my son, rattles off in monotone he needs clothes because he and his friends ran through the sprinklers at recess, oh yeah, and he's in big trouble.  I told him I'd be right there.  He didn't know what "trouble was."

We just moved in January, so we don’t exactly live down the street from his school anymore, it’s more like half an hour, so my task wasn’t small.  I went to my room, took off my muddy clothes, slipped into jeans, threw a ball cap on, grabbed my toddler and headed out the door.  Of course, I had dry clothes for my little champ!  Not just any dry clothes, either—clothes I knew he hated, from the bright orange shirt, to the plaid shorts he’s never worn, right on down to the gray, sports striped, tube socks!

I proudly carried my cache into the school and was greeted with a cheerful hug!  “I love you, mom!” he smiled.  Handing him the plastic grocery bag, I shooed him into the faculty bathroom, giving instructions to put his wet clothes into the bag so I could take them home and wash them.  I waited and listened...

—to my amusement, I heard the “geez!” and “oh, no!” from my seat in the office.  Out he came, head low and eyes rolling when they did peer at me from a lowered brow.  The ladies in the office smirked as they watched him shuffle by.

I kissed him and sent him on his way, letting him know I wasn’t coming back today, so keep them dry. When he left, the receptionist whispered, “I wish we had more moms like you.”

When I picked my little champ up, he was having a great time with his friends.  He thanked me for bringing his clothes and said one of his friends asked where his mom got them because he wanted some. All the kids thought he looked wicked——STOP THE PRESS!

I hope I can count on the affects of him being unsure of what he’ll get enough not to do it again.  Tell me what happened to you!

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      Lisa Brunner wrote May 20, 2009
    • Well your son getting bored easily sounds familiar with my son.  He used to get very bored easily in school and would lose distraction.  They swore that he had ADD but he is now 15 and after elementary and middle school and after numerous testing to see if he had a disability, he came out with an extremely high IQ and no disabilities.  He was just so intellegent that he got bored in school, they were moving too slow for him.  

      They moved him up in school and finally figured out that his being bored was not ADD.

      Not sure if this relates to your story but I used to get those kind of calls from school and within the third year of school I was being pressured to put Sean on medication.  I never did and glad I did not.

      Good Luck.

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      'Chelle Brewer wrote May 24, 2009
    • Thank you for that information! My son is seven-years-old, reads chapter books and is even into Harry Potter.  He intends on becoming an inventor and has shared some ideas with me.  Socially, he is unaccepted, but I’m sure it’s because his viewpoint is so different.  Still, it’s upsetting to see and patiently watch, as a parent, because he tries so hard to be accepted.

      He refuses to do simple homework, such as writing letters, because he claims he already knows how to do it, he’s proven it in the past and doesn’t need to prove it again.  His math is amazing and he can add three digit numbers in his head—which is far beyond me! :)  (I pull out my Blackberry when I’m shopping to add things up.)

      I will never put my kids on medication.  I allowed the doctors to do that to me, with horrific consequences... but that’s another story!  :)  Thank you for understanding.

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