So this week has been a bit hectic. On Friday while I was across town picking up my daughter from her school and meeting her teacher for the very first time. My phone rings and it's my son's school back on my side of town informing me that he tried to hurt himself at school and he was in the counselors office wanting to go home. I go straight into panic mode and inform my daughter's teacher that I was very sorry but I needed to go. Then ran (with my daughter) to the car and sped all the way back to my son's school. Calling family and friends along the way to pray for my driving and my son.
I get to the school and find out that it was a little thing that blew my son over the edge. Apparently there was a substitute who decided to write the name of the good kids on the board. I don't think this was made clear to my son so when he looked up he saw his name on the board and continued to freak out. He says he thought he was in trouble. So he grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to cut his wrist. When he was stopped from doing that he proceeded to bang his head on something hard and still has a red spot and a knot on his forehead from this. Thankfully he is fine now and realizes how he went overboard a bit.
Then his progress report comes out. With all the "issues" he has I know some subjects he is going to struggle with but Science has always been on of his best ones. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw he had a 35 in science. I did ground him until his grades came up. Then I get an email today from his science teacher informing me that He actually has a 92 in her class but she was unable to get into her grade book for 2 weeks. Seriously?!?!? How do you apologize to your child for punishing them when punishment wasn't needed but a reward was. So I took him money to school so he could have a real lunch and not just the free lunch he gets everyday.
Today while at the school doing the lunch thing I was able to talk to the principle and told him of a few of the issues I was having. Thankfully he listened and we have set up an ARD meeting for later this month. Then James had some stomach issues and I was told since there wasn't a nurse at school today that I should go ahead and take him to a dr. Well James' has had stomach issues since the day he was born and nothing has ever been done about it. But I did as the school asked and took James to the Dr. I am now happy I did as they informed me he has an intestinal infection and prescribed some antibiotics, and he has to go for labs, AND they FINALLY are lining him up with a GI specialist. I couldn't be happier. Even though with all the stress that first caused all this. I am glad today happened to get all these ducks in a row...
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
What am I parenting?
So if you have read through any of my posts I am sure you have figured out I have two children... Unfortunately I was raised in a very strict home so I have so many questions on how to raise my children that were never answered or even discussed with me growing up. My 12 yr old son is full blown teen. (oh my word). Then I just took my 9 yr old daughter to the dr this past week to have him inform me that SHE is going through puberty as well... Oh Heavens What do I do?
I guess I am what was referred to as a late bloomer I am still waiting on my "buds" to come in... lol Now this whole new part of parenting scares the ever living crud out of me. I could have sworn the "teen" years didn't officially start for me till I was closer to 16. What or how do I talk to my kids now without seeming scared (as we know they can always sense the fear). I love my children more than life itself and I do my best to raise them with christian beliefs and morals but I can't seem to find the chapter in the Bible about puberty.
Are my kids growing at a normal rate? When do I discuss the birds and the bees? Do I put the fear of STD's in them so they are too scared to think about sex right now. lol I was raised with don't have sex period the end kind of mantra. I am at the point I am just telling my kids to please wait till they are out of school. That school is the most important and they will have plenty of time to date and do THAT sort of thing after they are established in their careers. It has helped me in being a single parent to be honest with the struggles.
Both of my children seem to understand this concept this far. My son talks about a girl at school he likes but won't tell her because he's only in 6th grade and he has at least 6 more years of school to go.. I think in my head ADDA Boy but am I holding him back from another social interaction he needs? Am I being too strict? I want my kids to grow up and know right from wrong but I don't want to give them too much leniency to where it comes and bites me in the toosh.
I am still learning the consistency thing which does prove to be a little more difficult then I would prefer. I know my kids are going to grow up and be alright just wish I knew of better ways to handle certain situations that arise out of the blue like this one. I am not ready for my kids to be teens or in puberty. I am not ready to have the constant battles I see my friends having with their kids. My kids thankfully still like to cuddle and be loved on. I cherish each of these moments as I know one day they won't be there anymore. Sorry for my rambling today just kidna hit me like a rock.
I guess I am what was referred to as a late bloomer I am still waiting on my "buds" to come in... lol Now this whole new part of parenting scares the ever living crud out of me. I could have sworn the "teen" years didn't officially start for me till I was closer to 16. What or how do I talk to my kids now without seeming scared (as we know they can always sense the fear). I love my children more than life itself and I do my best to raise them with christian beliefs and morals but I can't seem to find the chapter in the Bible about puberty.
Are my kids growing at a normal rate? When do I discuss the birds and the bees? Do I put the fear of STD's in them so they are too scared to think about sex right now. lol I was raised with don't have sex period the end kind of mantra. I am at the point I am just telling my kids to please wait till they are out of school. That school is the most important and they will have plenty of time to date and do THAT sort of thing after they are established in their careers. It has helped me in being a single parent to be honest with the struggles.
Both of my children seem to understand this concept this far. My son talks about a girl at school he likes but won't tell her because he's only in 6th grade and he has at least 6 more years of school to go.. I think in my head ADDA Boy but am I holding him back from another social interaction he needs? Am I being too strict? I want my kids to grow up and know right from wrong but I don't want to give them too much leniency to where it comes and bites me in the toosh.
I am still learning the consistency thing which does prove to be a little more difficult then I would prefer. I know my kids are going to grow up and be alright just wish I knew of better ways to handle certain situations that arise out of the blue like this one. I am not ready for my kids to be teens or in puberty. I am not ready to have the constant battles I see my friends having with their kids. My kids thankfully still like to cuddle and be loved on. I cherish each of these moments as I know one day they won't be there anymore. Sorry for my rambling today just kidna hit me like a rock.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
My Airheaded Preteen!!
Oh heavens!!! That is a very common phrase in our house lately. I also have to repeat over and over how much I love my son. I do this quite a bit recently as well. Seems the more I try to find ways to better communicate the more absentminded he becomes. Lately he's excited about all the hair he's gotten. Poor kids been shaving his upper lip since he was 9 but now he's getting the armpit hair.. To me even though he's taller than me now he's still my little boy. I am not sure if he has just quite mastered the selective hearing phase or if he really is as absentminded as he is leading on. The most recent even was I made tacos the other night for dinner. I had just finished cooking the tortillas on the stove and turned off the burner and moved the hot pan to the back of the stove. What does my son do? As he JUST watched me cook and do everything he grabs a styrofoam plate and puts it on the hot burner to make his plate of food. Anyone else see the issue here?? The wonderful styrofoam plate is melted to the burner and we have a huge mess. What did my son say.. Oh I didn't think THAT would happen... HUH?!?!?! Or the times I tell him 11358 times to clean his room and every time I go in there its a pigsty. It's not just that but even school work. Kid is in 6th grade and sometimes STILL spells his name wrong.. JAMES... really?!?! I sometimes feel I am redoing the terrible two's, and never know if he really is as absentminded as he thinks. He can take apart a radio and put it back together but can't remember to flush a toilet, or turn off a light, or put a trash bag in the trash can after taking the trash out. And heaven forbid remembering to take shoes off and put them in his room or after changing clothes to put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. I wish I could post a pic of his room. I still have NO idea how he sleeps in there. His bed as action figures (with spikes and sharp edges), dirty socks (and OMG they stink), Stuffed animals galore. papers. pencils, anything you can think of is on his bed. including legos!!!! I don't understand my child at times and recently got a book from my counselor and hoping to open it soon and read a few chapters.. I promise to get to it as soon as I am done cleaning up all the messes my son leaves behind for me to clean. :)
My Honest Truth
Lately there has been quite of bit of talk about stereotyping. I know and will proudly admit that I am one of those that will stereotype people. I know driving in my car if I see someone that scares me or looks different I will lock my car door. Why?! Because subconsciously I stereotyped them to be dangerous. How many times are you out and about with your kids and you get that fear and reach out for your kids and hold on to them just to make sure no one will take them.. Why do we do that? Because we are stereotyping them.. Do I think its a bad thing? To some degree it might be but its what we do to keep ourselves safer. I am a bit different then most people though. I admit I stereotype quite often. I do it to the tv evangelists and wonder how much of what they are doing do they really believe in or are just doing the maga churches only to get more income and to live a life of luxury? I have stereotyped church goers as hypocrites. Of course its because of the situations I have been in and such. I do know that when I first meet someone I don't trust them hardly at all. Unless you give me a reason to trust you. I find the homeless people and people with less are much easier for me to trust.. Why you may ask. Because they don't take things for granted like people that have many more things. They will actually talk with you and hold a conversation that isn't only about themselves. I have even opened my door to people in need of a place to stay. Why because I have been homeless and all I wanted was for someone to open the door for me and give me a chance. I try to teach my kids to love everyone and recently learned how to help my kids deal with the bullies at school. I don't want my kids to think everyone out in the world is out to harm them but I will hopefully instill in them to keep an open eye around their surroundings. I do find it a learning experience and a way to open communication with my kids. We discuss the big burly biker dude and the little old lady scenario and I ask them who seems safer. I don't want them to be afraid of biker guys or little old ladies but I also give them scenarios of both being dangerous and then of both being very innocent. My son has already learned somewhat of stereotypical regards. Having a white momma and being a dark skinned half white and half mexican. People always ask if He knows his native language. Thankfully my son has learned some sarcasm and says, Why yes I speak Texan Thank yall! We joke about him being the only mexican we know with such a strong twang. lol My daughter on the other hand is fully white and let me tell you SHE has an attitude like no other. She was also born in Texas but her mannerisms and the way she talks you would think she was a valley girl. She is very matter of factly and states everything with great resources to her knowledge, yet if you say one slightly negative thing about her you get flooded with tears. She takes everything to heart and wears her heart on her sleeve.
I stereotype everyone it seems. Always thinking about the type of person they are throwing themselves out there to be and how close to that they could be if I would just take the time to get to know them. I remember my grandma and I sitting at the bank and just watching people walking in and out and she would point out their feet and the way they walk.. (IE pigeon toed, knobbed kneed) and then she would tell me stories about what characteristics those people would have. I miss that special time with my grandma. Do I feel stereotyping is wrong?! To a point. I am a skinny lady and get asked all the time if I am on drugs. I take offense in a way only because its hurtful. I do believe that stereotyping has both ups and downs but the first step is admitting to it and noticing when you do it and why. I have learned I do it mainly when I feel unsafe. When and why do you stereotype?
I stereotype everyone it seems. Always thinking about the type of person they are throwing themselves out there to be and how close to that they could be if I would just take the time to get to know them. I remember my grandma and I sitting at the bank and just watching people walking in and out and she would point out their feet and the way they walk.. (IE pigeon toed, knobbed kneed) and then she would tell me stories about what characteristics those people would have. I miss that special time with my grandma. Do I feel stereotyping is wrong?! To a point. I am a skinny lady and get asked all the time if I am on drugs. I take offense in a way only because its hurtful. I do believe that stereotyping has both ups and downs but the first step is admitting to it and noticing when you do it and why. I have learned I do it mainly when I feel unsafe. When and why do you stereotype?
False sense of security
September 11, 2001 Changed my life like so many others just not in the same sense of most other people. I lost my great grandma that day 5 hours before what happened in New York she passed away in her sleep. The year before I had lost my mother due to heart issues. I was 20 years old and had a one month old son. Little did I know the next few days and years would change my whole perspective on what family and security in family was. I remember a while after my mother died; my father and I were cleaning out the garage and we ran across one of my mother's journals.. Me , being the nosey person I am, started reading this journal. It was written when I was about 10 years old and it was almost a letter to my mothers college counselor. She asked this lady to please look after me as she knew my father wouldn't. Talk about a slap in the face. What did this mean?! I was 19 when I read this and thought of course my father would have looked after me I was his daughter and only 10. Little did I know now looking back how right my mother would have been. You see I was adopted as an infant. Stories circulate about how it all happened but I was given to my mom and dad and I have to admit I had the best mom in the world.
I do know that she loved me unconditionally as I was her only child and I was adopted which means I was chosen.. So my mother chose me! We had lots of family around growing up. Every holiday, birthday, reunion created a houseful and fun memories. We were a practical joking family. We played pranks on each other all the time. I do have lots of good memories of growing up and being surrounded by my family. I always remember grandma praying every night for hours on end for our entire family and their churches and neighborhoods and I would complain , as her praying would prevent me from falling asleep. I would sarcastically tell her that God knows and please go to sleep. I would remind her that I had school in the morning. She wouldn't budge and would just keep on praying.
After my mother died I remember cleaning the garage out with my father and finding one of my mother's old journals from when I was about 10 and she had one of her first open heart surgeries. In it I found a sentence that shocked me. "If something happens to me please look after Crystal as I know her father won't." WHAT?!?! How did my mother know this? I was 10. I have questioned this many of times since then I am now MUCH older and starting to find peace with it. But within all those years I had lots of hard lessons to learn.
Family isn't about blood lines, or even adoption paperwork. None of my family was there for me after my grandma died. At her funeral my son was a month old and had his first seizure. I was at the children's hospital with him as all the family traveled to Oklahoma for the burial of grandma. Little did I know that was going to be the last time I would see most of them. Many years of homelessness would follow and finding people online that I felt became close enough friends to stay with and homeless shelters would become the life my son would learn to know. You see I didn't have my father anymore as he had remarried and I wasn't a priority or allowed to even talk to him without making an appt with the wife first. I remember James was about 2 or 3 and I really wanted my father to be part of his life so I begged my dad to set aside time for us. We were allowed one hour at a McDonald's. Another time after having my daughter and wanting to be included in with my fathers new family I wanted to join them for Christmas gathering. My daughter was about 2 or 3 and since I didn't have a car of my own my dad agreed to pick us up. I was shattered as my daughter kept repeating over and over "No car stranger, mommy, No car stranger!" This broke my heart as this was her grandpa and she didn't even know it.
I was very blessed growing up with all my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. Now my kids only had me. No real aunts, uncles, cousins, their grandparents that really loved them had already passed away. I decided to build a closer relationship to my biological family thinking they are my BLOOD family they will be there. I do have a closer bond with my sister and my kids do love and call her aunt. My biological mother is so loved by my kids its not even funny even though her and I don't see eye to eye on lots of things I could and would never deny her the chance to love on her grandkids. But one thing still haunted me. Where was ALL my family I had growing up. Why did I have to actually be homeless. Why wasn't anyone there for ME when I needed them?!
I didn't understand what family meant at this point as I felt so abandoned. I then decided to be totally open and honest with my kids. My son will tell you that the only person he knows he can truly count on is me. And I have even tried to inform him that he needs to realize I will not always be here. Just so I don't warp him into thinking of there being security in the word family when there truly isn't any. He unfortunately learned early on that family is only a word when there was an incident that his biological sperm donor abused him ways that are unimaginable. We learned we don't even have security in our police or justice system. He learned through most of his life of homelessness that security of being stable and in one spot and having anyone to count on other than me was not a security. He did build up some imaginary friends and had stuffed animals as security blankets but even with the homelessness and constant moving around he had to learn that there was truly no such thing as security. My daughter on the other hand has a different view. She does have her father and his entire family thankfully. Unfortunately I am the one that was not secure for her. Due to all the homelessness, and abusive relationships I was in she went to live with her father when she was about 4 years old. I had moved around so much that for a while we had no contact. She is now 9 and we are living in the same city so I am trying my best to show her that I am here for her no matter what and always have been and that I put her in a secure home trying to find a secure place for her brother and I. She says she understands but does she really and how much have I messed her up. I do know that since she was smaller she always talked about wanting to live with me again. She is now opening up about other things of she wishes her dad didn't work so much so he would have more time with her. I encourage her to talk with him and open those lines of communication as I don't want her to have the false sense of security I did with my father. Every conversation was through my mother. So there was never a time my dad and I learned to communicate.
But the false sense of security still haunts me. I ask family and close friends for pics of my mom and grandma. They all say how wonderful both of these women were but never post stories or pics to share with my kids. I KNOW there were cameras around as I remember trying to hide from many of them during family gatherings but nobody will even discuss it. I did have one aunt that I talked to off and on for many years after the passing of my mom and grandma. I remember her kids for some reason stopped talking to me and I tried and tried to sneak over when I knew they were in town just to say hi and catch up thinking they were family they should be in my life. But it never stuck once they left that was it never to speak again.
This is NOT what I want for my kids. I want people in their lives that truly love them and will be there for them. I have had to teach them that you can't count on others and only yourself to find the people that you can trust. Now my kids have aunts and uncles, not of blood relation, or even from my adopted family but from the life we have had where I have built bonds closer than any family bond I ever had.
I no longer point out past family to my kids. They do know that I grew up in a large family and they do know I had a fun childhood but do I now show them pics of those people?? NO as they are strangers. I don't want my kids to know everything they missed out on. Would I go out of my way anymore to open the lines of communication with them NO as the excuse I always get is life got hectic and I got wrapped up in other things. If I were to meet them by chance at a store or church would I introduce my kids to them and relive old family memories? NO as that is the past and I have learned that the past is best left in the past. I have a sister that I still call sister, I have a bro in law that is still my bro in law. I have a niece and a nephew and a great niece, I do have my bio mom. THEY are my family. I did recently get in contact with my biological fathers side of the family and that looks promising. I do hope that many positive things come from that and close bonds are formed there. But I am not going to give myself any more false sense of securities. On September 11, 2001 I began my journey to find out what family meant to me. And the biggest lesson I learned is that family is a false sense of security. Thankfully I know that God has never abandoned me or given me this false sense of security and I have learned to fully rely on him.
I do know that she loved me unconditionally as I was her only child and I was adopted which means I was chosen.. So my mother chose me! We had lots of family around growing up. Every holiday, birthday, reunion created a houseful and fun memories. We were a practical joking family. We played pranks on each other all the time. I do have lots of good memories of growing up and being surrounded by my family. I always remember grandma praying every night for hours on end for our entire family and their churches and neighborhoods and I would complain , as her praying would prevent me from falling asleep. I would sarcastically tell her that God knows and please go to sleep. I would remind her that I had school in the morning. She wouldn't budge and would just keep on praying.
After my mother died I remember cleaning the garage out with my father and finding one of my mother's old journals from when I was about 10 and she had one of her first open heart surgeries. In it I found a sentence that shocked me. "If something happens to me please look after Crystal as I know her father won't." WHAT?!?! How did my mother know this? I was 10. I have questioned this many of times since then I am now MUCH older and starting to find peace with it. But within all those years I had lots of hard lessons to learn.
Family isn't about blood lines, or even adoption paperwork. None of my family was there for me after my grandma died. At her funeral my son was a month old and had his first seizure. I was at the children's hospital with him as all the family traveled to Oklahoma for the burial of grandma. Little did I know that was going to be the last time I would see most of them. Many years of homelessness would follow and finding people online that I felt became close enough friends to stay with and homeless shelters would become the life my son would learn to know. You see I didn't have my father anymore as he had remarried and I wasn't a priority or allowed to even talk to him without making an appt with the wife first. I remember James was about 2 or 3 and I really wanted my father to be part of his life so I begged my dad to set aside time for us. We were allowed one hour at a McDonald's. Another time after having my daughter and wanting to be included in with my fathers new family I wanted to join them for Christmas gathering. My daughter was about 2 or 3 and since I didn't have a car of my own my dad agreed to pick us up. I was shattered as my daughter kept repeating over and over "No car stranger, mommy, No car stranger!" This broke my heart as this was her grandpa and she didn't even know it.
I was very blessed growing up with all my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. Now my kids only had me. No real aunts, uncles, cousins, their grandparents that really loved them had already passed away. I decided to build a closer relationship to my biological family thinking they are my BLOOD family they will be there. I do have a closer bond with my sister and my kids do love and call her aunt. My biological mother is so loved by my kids its not even funny even though her and I don't see eye to eye on lots of things I could and would never deny her the chance to love on her grandkids. But one thing still haunted me. Where was ALL my family I had growing up. Why did I have to actually be homeless. Why wasn't anyone there for ME when I needed them?!
I didn't understand what family meant at this point as I felt so abandoned. I then decided to be totally open and honest with my kids. My son will tell you that the only person he knows he can truly count on is me. And I have even tried to inform him that he needs to realize I will not always be here. Just so I don't warp him into thinking of there being security in the word family when there truly isn't any. He unfortunately learned early on that family is only a word when there was an incident that his biological sperm donor abused him ways that are unimaginable. We learned we don't even have security in our police or justice system. He learned through most of his life of homelessness that security of being stable and in one spot and having anyone to count on other than me was not a security. He did build up some imaginary friends and had stuffed animals as security blankets but even with the homelessness and constant moving around he had to learn that there was truly no such thing as security. My daughter on the other hand has a different view. She does have her father and his entire family thankfully. Unfortunately I am the one that was not secure for her. Due to all the homelessness, and abusive relationships I was in she went to live with her father when she was about 4 years old. I had moved around so much that for a while we had no contact. She is now 9 and we are living in the same city so I am trying my best to show her that I am here for her no matter what and always have been and that I put her in a secure home trying to find a secure place for her brother and I. She says she understands but does she really and how much have I messed her up. I do know that since she was smaller she always talked about wanting to live with me again. She is now opening up about other things of she wishes her dad didn't work so much so he would have more time with her. I encourage her to talk with him and open those lines of communication as I don't want her to have the false sense of security I did with my father. Every conversation was through my mother. So there was never a time my dad and I learned to communicate.
But the false sense of security still haunts me. I ask family and close friends for pics of my mom and grandma. They all say how wonderful both of these women were but never post stories or pics to share with my kids. I KNOW there were cameras around as I remember trying to hide from many of them during family gatherings but nobody will even discuss it. I did have one aunt that I talked to off and on for many years after the passing of my mom and grandma. I remember her kids for some reason stopped talking to me and I tried and tried to sneak over when I knew they were in town just to say hi and catch up thinking they were family they should be in my life. But it never stuck once they left that was it never to speak again.
This is NOT what I want for my kids. I want people in their lives that truly love them and will be there for them. I have had to teach them that you can't count on others and only yourself to find the people that you can trust. Now my kids have aunts and uncles, not of blood relation, or even from my adopted family but from the life we have had where I have built bonds closer than any family bond I ever had.
I no longer point out past family to my kids. They do know that I grew up in a large family and they do know I had a fun childhood but do I now show them pics of those people?? NO as they are strangers. I don't want my kids to know everything they missed out on. Would I go out of my way anymore to open the lines of communication with them NO as the excuse I always get is life got hectic and I got wrapped up in other things. If I were to meet them by chance at a store or church would I introduce my kids to them and relive old family memories? NO as that is the past and I have learned that the past is best left in the past. I have a sister that I still call sister, I have a bro in law that is still my bro in law. I have a niece and a nephew and a great niece, I do have my bio mom. THEY are my family. I did recently get in contact with my biological fathers side of the family and that looks promising. I do hope that many positive things come from that and close bonds are formed there. But I am not going to give myself any more false sense of securities. On September 11, 2001 I began my journey to find out what family meant to me. And the biggest lesson I learned is that family is a false sense of security. Thankfully I know that God has never abandoned me or given me this false sense of security and I have learned to fully rely on him.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Figuring things out
Ok if you haven't noticed yet. I am a talker... always have been. Use to get in trouble ALL the time growing up because I talked too much. Here is what I will ask from my readers. If you come and read a post please leave me a comment somewhere somehow to let me know you were here. I don't know how this works quite yet and I have had some suggestions on new posts to write. I want to make sure to reach and possibly help but most of all make new friends with the same stories as mine. Sometimes I just like to know I am not alone.
Here are a few suggestions I have had on new posts. Feel free to let me know if any of these would be beneficial.
~My adoption and meeting my bio family.
~ Going from Single mom to now being in a stable relationship
~ Going from homelessness to having a stable home
If you have any other suggestions I am always up for conversations and take everything into evaluation. Thank you and have a great day! :)
Here are a few suggestions I have had on new posts. Feel free to let me know if any of these would be beneficial.
~My adoption and meeting my bio family.
~ Going from Single mom to now being in a stable relationship
~ Going from homelessness to having a stable home
If you have any other suggestions I am always up for conversations and take everything into evaluation. Thank you and have a great day! :)
Life up to today
Well seems difficult to get this kick started up to where I wanted to start it.. At the stage I can't seem to find any help or all different types of help from one side to the other. Most of my posts will be about my experiences from day to day dealing with my preteen son James. He just turned 12 and is quite the big boy already. 32/30 in mens jeans, size 10.5 men shoes. I almost feel at times he's already a man then I have to remember he's only in middle school and I have a LONG way to go. Yep we started middle school this year. I guess I should try to give you a brief rundown over everything involving James so I don't get questions later on.
James has always been a very compassionate, loving, emotional child. If he feels like he is helping you in any way that is when he shines. If he feels you are upset for any reason he believes its his fault. He had a very rough life from being abuse by his bio father in all the ways you can imagine and we spent most of his life homeless and moving from friend to friend. I also made the mistake of trying to date and even was married to a person that joined the military for a while so there was more moving around. James has been hospitalized 7 times for trying to kill himself. He has been to numerous counselors, psychologists, psychiatrists. James is James. When I say that it kinda helps me to realize I have a one of a kind son. Also with all the constant emotions and whiplash style mood swings we were hit with another bit of news that really threw me for a loop. Since James was 3 and talking he always said he was a girl. I would just hide it and say that he was just an emotional boy and that is the way God made him and we would work through it. Amazingly enough at the end of 2012 a doctor did blood work and found out that James does have female DNA.. Now try to wrap your mind around THAT one. I always thought he was just a bigger boy and was getting the infamous man boobies but nope those are female ones he's growing. So yes questions questions upon questions and now we are at middle school and the age where hormones are a raging. Only problem is James has both hormones coursing. We look like a boy to most ppl (was born with boy parts), but the body shape and now feminine things are growing. So mix all that together and trying to parent a child to grow up and feel confident in themselves is proving to be a bit more difficult than I imagined.
On top of everything James has learning disabilities, is dyslexic, and has an IEP at school that makes him feel stupid. YAY us. I was raised in a strict religious home and wanted to be strict with my children. Don't get me wrong they learned manners and being nice to one another no problem. but now with This new phase upon us a whole new adventure we are embarking on. We call it the roller coaster of life. So if you would like take a seat make sure you fasten your safety belt and join us on this adventure of raising James.
Sarah is almost 9. she is my smart mouthed child. She thinks she knows it all. She is also my straight A student and has no problem reminding you of how smart and pretty she is. When she was 5 she actually used the excuse she was too pretty to try and get out of cleaning her room. (didn't work) Sarah is very matter of factly and if you do something she doesn't life she WILL let you know. She is also the cryer. Once you bring something to her attention of what she's done wrong if you do it in a calm fashion she will cry as if you just took away her monster high collection. I have joint custody of Sarah with her father. He has her the most and I get her on weekends and holidays, I do live in the same town now even though it hasn't always been that way. I feel part of me needs to make up for not always being around due to other issues. Yet I don't want to spoil her. I want her to know she is just as much loved as her brother. We butt heads a lot as she doesn't like my skin and she reminds me about it ALL the time. I am hoping as she gets older her attitude will improve and she will lose the holier than though mentality. So this is our adventure as well.. Are you brave enough to join in? Any and all advice is very much wanted and accepted :)
James has always been a very compassionate, loving, emotional child. If he feels like he is helping you in any way that is when he shines. If he feels you are upset for any reason he believes its his fault. He had a very rough life from being abuse by his bio father in all the ways you can imagine and we spent most of his life homeless and moving from friend to friend. I also made the mistake of trying to date and even was married to a person that joined the military for a while so there was more moving around. James has been hospitalized 7 times for trying to kill himself. He has been to numerous counselors, psychologists, psychiatrists. James is James. When I say that it kinda helps me to realize I have a one of a kind son. Also with all the constant emotions and whiplash style mood swings we were hit with another bit of news that really threw me for a loop. Since James was 3 and talking he always said he was a girl. I would just hide it and say that he was just an emotional boy and that is the way God made him and we would work through it. Amazingly enough at the end of 2012 a doctor did blood work and found out that James does have female DNA.. Now try to wrap your mind around THAT one. I always thought he was just a bigger boy and was getting the infamous man boobies but nope those are female ones he's growing. So yes questions questions upon questions and now we are at middle school and the age where hormones are a raging. Only problem is James has both hormones coursing. We look like a boy to most ppl (was born with boy parts), but the body shape and now feminine things are growing. So mix all that together and trying to parent a child to grow up and feel confident in themselves is proving to be a bit more difficult than I imagined.
On top of everything James has learning disabilities, is dyslexic, and has an IEP at school that makes him feel stupid. YAY us. I was raised in a strict religious home and wanted to be strict with my children. Don't get me wrong they learned manners and being nice to one another no problem. but now with This new phase upon us a whole new adventure we are embarking on. We call it the roller coaster of life. So if you would like take a seat make sure you fasten your safety belt and join us on this adventure of raising James.
Sarah is almost 9. she is my smart mouthed child. She thinks she knows it all. She is also my straight A student and has no problem reminding you of how smart and pretty she is. When she was 5 she actually used the excuse she was too pretty to try and get out of cleaning her room. (didn't work) Sarah is very matter of factly and if you do something she doesn't life she WILL let you know. She is also the cryer. Once you bring something to her attention of what she's done wrong if you do it in a calm fashion she will cry as if you just took away her monster high collection. I have joint custody of Sarah with her father. He has her the most and I get her on weekends and holidays, I do live in the same town now even though it hasn't always been that way. I feel part of me needs to make up for not always being around due to other issues. Yet I don't want to spoil her. I want her to know she is just as much loved as her brother. We butt heads a lot as she doesn't like my skin and she reminds me about it ALL the time. I am hoping as she gets older her attitude will improve and she will lose the holier than though mentality. So this is our adventure as well.. Are you brave enough to join in? Any and all advice is very much wanted and accepted :)
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