The Diaperbag family.

We are the Diaperbag family. There are Jordan, Evan and Dylan (also known as Muffin) and they are fondly known as JED. We are their parents. Ondine and Packrat.

This is JED

Always playing or planning and plotting to take over the world. Always up to shenanigans.

This is Jordan, our first born

Actually she's part of a twin set. She was known as Twin 1 in-utero. She loves to draw what she dreams, dances what she draws.

This is Evan, reluctantly the younger twin

He's Twin 2 by two minutes because it took the doctor that long to find him. We don't think he'll ever forgive the doctor!

This is our youngest, Dylan (also known as Muffin)

He fancies himself the Lion King. His favourite activities are to climb, jump, pounce and roar at the world. The world is his Pride Rock.

Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Seeking help

This post took me a long time to write. And to write this post, I had to seek Jordan's permission.

It's about her, in a way that none of the other posts ever were.

It's about her struggle with school this year.

She was all eager to start Primary One at the end of last year but by the end of the first full week of school this year, she hated it. Muchly.

She cried. She was withdrawn. She stopped smiling and laughing. The weight of the world seemed to be on her little shoulders. Then she stopped drawing. That was when the alarm bells started ringing, Loudly.

And it was heartbreaking for us. Every time she sighed, my heart sank. Every time she cried, my heart shattered. 

It would have been easy to just blame it on school or the teacher or the students. But even if we did that, it wasn't going to help her get over it. And that was more important.

So as taboo as it was to do so in Singapore, we found a counsellor to help her. And she did. Every week, I would pick her up from school, give her lunch and take her to the counsellor, where for one hour all she seemed to do was play. With most 7 year olds, her vocabulary wasn't sophisticated enough to describe what she was going through in school. Jordan's sessions weren't about trying to get her 'better' or 'curing' her. The play became the medium to communicate her struggles. They were to give her enough space to sort through whatever was bothering her and to provide insight for us as to how she ticked and what was bothering her.

7 months into it, Jordan has been 'discharged'. We've had our last summary session with her counsellor and we all agree that while she still does. not. like. school, she's learnt to deal with it and she's okay about it.

Here's what we learnt about Jordan through the sessions.

1. High expectations
Jordan has high expectations. Not just of herself but of others around her. She expects others to be as polite as she is or as obedient to rules as she is. Part of her dissonance with school comes from the fact that she's got classmates that upset her because she thinks they  are rude, inconsiderate to the rest of the class or unkind to someone. It isn't a bad ideal to have but because her world is still very black and white, she is unhappy that she has to be in class 24- 7 with girls she sees as 'rude'.

We're teaching her to accept that while those are standards she sets for herself, it doesn't matter if others around her don't adhere to them. We tell her that she can just go on behaving how she has been and that acts as an example for others. We've also told her that however the girls behave, she is to be nice to everyone but she doesn't have to be friends with everyone.

We're seeing that with her now. She talks about many girls in her class, complains about some but hangs out with the ones whom she says are 'kind'.

2. Resourceful
One of her strongest traits and strengths is that she perseveres. She doesn't give up. She tries and tries. And that's what she did when she started school and had to sit at the desk and do table work for hours on end even though it wasn't her strong suit. Once again, that in itself, is not a bad thing and in fact, a very good thing. The challenge is to teach her when it is futile and to try a different method. It's akin to realising that you're banging your head against a brick wall and then deciding to shake it off and find another way round the wall. At the same time, she's also adaptable. She can switch paths and figure out alternative methods. But because of the perseverance, she takes a little bit more time to adapt.

This was why school was tough at the beginning. She kept trying to fit primary school into the mould of her kindy and it took her a while to realise that because it wasn't the same, she had to figure out a new mould for it. Now, to make sense of the overwhelming amount of information and things she has to do after 6-7 hours of school, she's figured out that making check-lists help. She ticks them off and she feels a sense of accomplishment and doesn't feel so overwhelmed.


3. Creative and Kinesthetic
Jordan is a very creative, aesthetic and kinesthetic child. That means, her learning strengths lie in those areas too. She learns by moving, touching, doing and drawing. Unfortunately, the Singapore school system is neither creative nor kinesthetic and minimally aesthetic.Thankfully because she has it in her to try and adapt, she keeps up with her classes. But that also means she has to force herself to learn in an unnatural fashion for the larger part of the day, which was what was causing her to droop and wilt. Her teacher in class pointed out that she would swing her legs about while sitting down or take off her shoes (kept her socks on though!) and we realised it was really her just trying to move about without actually doing so.

The classroom demands of her haven't changed much but we make sure that if she needs help with work at home, we help her in a way that is a little bit more up her alley. We get her to draw out pictures for her spelling words to label them; comic strips with speech bubbles to do sentence construction, manipulatives for Math and whatever time outside all of this, we chase her out of the house to play and run amok with the neighbours to decompress. It has meant on occasion, telling her to leave her homework till the next day (though as a rule, we tell them to get everything out of the way) just to give her the space to find her centre again. I do worry how we are going to continue to balance this as the homework demands grow greater. My hope is that she gets more used to it by then and it won't suck as much life out of her.


4. The introspective social butterfly
Jordan is a contradiction in herself. She's a social butterfly. She can play with anyone she meets and has declared someone her best friend after a 2 hour gymnastics session with her. In kindy, walking her to class meant hearing a cacophany of "Hi Jordan!". So it was a total mystery when she said she didn't have friends in her P1 class and even when she did, she often spent recess in the library. It was a concern because we worried that she was withdrawing.

Then, what crystalised was that while Jordan was an active and sociable girl, there was also an introspective side to her. Her counsellor told of sessions where she would immerse herself into something for lengths of time where she would forget the world around her and also where she could play in complete silence and other times where the whole session was interactive.

So when there is too much for her, as possibly lessons were, her retreat to the library and to the books was how she coped. When she was ready, she would go play. And that was how she functioned.

We've taken cue from that, to giving her sometimes half an hour where she curls up in my bed with the blinds drawn, not necessarily sleeping but just by herself.  We do this especially when she comes home looking dejected or drained and declaring herself tired.



So there, 4 things that I now know more about my daughter.

Would I have wished an unhappy start of school for her? No. But it did give her the opportunity to experience life not being fine and dandy and coming up with ways to be okay with it. She's the Jordan we know and love now but a little bit wiser, a little bit more mature and a little bit more resilient. She laughs a lot more now and she is okay and sometimes even excited about going to school. When you ask her about school, there is still a long litany of reasons she dislikes school. Some are typical of any school going child (I don't like the homework), some have a bit more depth in it (I don't like my class because they are loud and don't listen to the teacher and all of us get scolded) and some are just Jordan being Jordan (The toilets are wet and dirty). She still wishes she were some place else but she isn't as vehement about her detestation of school any more.

And I count that as a blessing and give much thanks for it.




Thursday, May 15, 2014

Bad Cop, Good Cop.

The one thing that helps the early morning wake ups is when the kids wake up cheery and happy. It happens occasionally. When the moon is blue and pig sprout wings. Mostly, I settle for cooperative children in the morning.

What gets my blood boiling in the morning is malingering and whiny. The illusive stomachache and headache that responds wonderfully to the cure all dose from "stay home for the day" bottle.

Evan went to bed last night with a raging fever. So there was a high likelihood that he wasn't going to go to school today. Jordan figured that out through the night and woke up whining that she felt uncomfortable, her tummy and head hurt; the vague triumvirate of excuses.

I told her she could. Her eyes lit up. Then she realised that there was a big 'but' behind it.

BUT
1. She wouldn't get to make sandwiches in school (she was supposed to do it today as a class activity).
2. She would not be allowed to watch television or go out. After all she was sick.
3. She would have to catch up with all the homework she had missed today, tomorrow at Papa's school. (Her Friday afternoon treat is to hang out at Papa's school and play with his students)
4. She would have to re-revise her spelling that was supposed to be today. That would eat into her playing time this afternoon. 

Even with that, she was still weighing it out in her head and she was still coming up on the side of the instant gratification of staying at home now and chuck what happens tomorrow aside.



At 6 in the morning, it takes triple the effort to stick to my guns. And play the bad cop. After all, if she didn't go, it would mean I could have a lie in and I wouldn't need to pick her up from school.

Eventually, I stumbled on the trump card. I told her I wasn't going to write her an excuse letter because I believed she wasn't actually ill. And I wasn't about to lie to her teacher. So she could stay at home, but she would need to explain it to her teacher. 

Perfectly fine to go to school.
She sought me out after she had showered with tears in her eyes. She apologised. I asked what for. She apologised for lying that she was sick so that she could get out of going to school. She apologised that she was going to make me lie to her teacher just so that she could stay home.

I told her, the up side to her going to school when Evan didn't need to was that we would have extra time and if we left early enough, we could perhaps make a run to McDonald's for pancakes before school. That plan was foiled by the McDonald's nearest her school being closed at 7 am in the morning. She settled for a packet of Milo from 7-11. But it seemed to do the trick.

There, my being both the split personalitied bad cop- good cop. It is truly exhausting, especially when it is still dark out and every bone in my body is screaming to go back to bed. And I now owe her a McDonald's breakfast.

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Thursday, January 31, 2013

Patience

Long suffering, tired and irritated by all the bits of hair that is prickling him all over.

He sits as still as he can.

He suffers in silence.

But his face shows it all.


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