Then you've got the problem of getting him lunch, he can't change his shoes, or put on his coat. he'll form his letters in unconventional ways. His printing is not too bad but he holds his pencil wrong and doesn't write fluidly. motor skills - scissor work could be downright dangerous.
I've noticed he has trouble patterning a huge skill.Ĭ. Isn't that strange? And sometimes he just doesn't want to perform and won't do anything. Every morning he gets on the scale and is either 33 - 35 pounds and he won't know what the number is. He recognizes "26" and "15" because they are my hockey numbers. We've really been working for over a year and he can't count higher than 13 without getting jumbled.
But ask him like what does pig start with and he'll say some odd letter and I'll even give him a "p" and "s" and he might say "s." Numbers are even worse. The letters and sounds he does great individually. Brains - Could he have some sort of mild learning disability? We work everyday on numbers and letters. He does what he wants and sometimes just refuses to stop something even if knows the consequences. Also, behavior wise he'll copy others and he also tends to not listen. Then again, he would probably cry going to school regardless after being home all summer. He's not excited about it at all and I fear he will be crying all day. I'm highly questioning this move to Kindergarten. Just for Austin, Tommy has never had an issue with school academically and he is one of the lucky ones who probably never will. I always thought I would just hover over them for safety issues but now I'm starting to worry about school. Our kids are the only ones in the neighborhood that are forced to wear bike helmets and Tommy can't ride unless I'm out there. I have this irrational fear of that one strange time where the kids get snatched, or a big dog attacks, or they upset a bees nest. Why am I so paranoid? I live in flipping Mayberry, nothing bad ever happens here.
Sometimes I'll panic because he's gone, only to find him playing in the backyard or in the garage. Of course I open the window so I can hear the basketball bounce but as soon as I don't hear him for even a minute I go check on him. Just this summer I've finally let Austin play out in our yard by himself.
Copter mommy plus#
Plus Austin would be upset because I'd certainly make him stay home. Clans move along and I'm sure Tommy would have a blast joining them but I fear letting him off on his own. This summer I watch kids from our neighborhood biking all over the place, the little girl down the road comes down unsupervised in her Barbie car. Austin obviously has this worse but Tommy isn't that much better off. But seriously being a helicopter parent is not healthy for growing independent children. They are so named because, like a helicopter, they hover closely overhead, rarely out of reach whether their children need them or not." ~ wikipedia They rush to prevent any harm or failure from befalling them or letting them learn from their own mistakes, sometimes even contrary to the children's wishes. "A helicopter parent is a term for a person who pays extremely close attention to his or her child or children, particularly at educational institutions.