Good morning everyone!
Ok, if you are in Minnesota, another brrrrrr morning. I think we are almost out of the deep freeze though. I really didn't want to bring the baby out in todays weather but, I knew I had to drive my 5 year old to preschool and I had a friend finally coming to a Zumba class with me today.
Well, my 5 year old set the course of the day in a different direction when she told me her belly hurt, got a weird look on her face and threw up all over the dining room floor. It's ok, I really did need to wash that floor anyway! So, decision made, we are not leaving the house today, oh darn.
Really, I am thrilled she threw up, I really don't like these types of days. I don't mind them for myself but, I don't like bringing my peeps out into this type of cold, especially the baby. So, I am hunkered down until my 1st book club tonight. Yea! Oh yes, forgot, I am starting in a book club with some girl friends of mine. Very excited, I have never been in a book club before either so, this should be fun.
Does this mean I am finally becoming an 'adult'? I am not just playing soccer for my time away but, I am also now in Bible Study and Book Club? Wow, look out world, Liza Schwab is growing up :-)
So anyway, on to the blog. First, the pain part. Actually, this is the physical pain part of the blog. Last night, I broke my first non-New Years Resolution type deal. After hearing a friend of ours say he wasn't going to spank his children anymore because they were getting too old and they could be reasoned with instead, I decided that was a really good thing to work on so, I adopted it for myself.
Well, last night, I broke it however, I paid dearly for it in my own pain. Long story short, I had put everyone to bed, read with them, prayed with them, etc. I went downstairs to watch a little TV and get ready for soccer. I can hear footsteps, they are messing around! I let them do it for a while, then about 15 minutes after their warning, I go upstairs fully intending to spank my 6 year old. I caught her trying to wake up her little sister and she had already woke up her brother, I was mad and she was being naughty!
So, I caught her as she tried to run past me, I grabbed her arm to lift her up and went in for the spank. OH, the pain! Not her, me! She turned at the very last moment and my forearm whacked into her knee. I fell on the floor in a heap. I couldn't feel my hand, my arm was throbbing so bad I actually lost my breath! I just laid there, for a moment I actually thought I broke my arm. Not good.
Well, the pain finally became somewhat manageable and I walked downstairs to finish getting ready. I am at this point still not entirely sure I haven't broken my arm however, I have learned my lesson! No more spankings in this house from me. No way, lesson learned. Wow.
So, I went to soccer with my arm still throbbing and unable to bend my wrist without pain. I am a little late and we are short 1 girl so, I run out onto the field. Just as I am getting out there, someone passes me a ball. I quickly look upfield and kick it, SNAP! Ouch, what on Earth! My neck, oh my neck. Something snapped in my neck, instantly I can't turn my head either way, my shoulders are instantly cramping up, and my arm still hurts.
Ok, ok, I get it, I am not supposed to spank anymore! So, I had to play the whole game unable to lift my arms above my head, unable to turn my head more than a little big to either side(hard to do when you play defense) and I have throbbing pain in my left arm and both shoulders and neck. Wow, is this what it is like to get old?
By the time I finished the game, I could barely move. When I got home, I was almost immobile from my neck to my waist. This should be a fun night of sleeping. Thankfully the baby was only up 6-7 times instead of her normal 10-15 times lately. So, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.
I know I need to go to the Chiropractor but, oh, that will hurt so bad since my muscles have completely tightened up. I think I will wait until tomorrow to go. Anyway, so, that is my physical pain part, isn't it pathetic?!!
Now, my emotional pain/parenting pain/am I doing the right thing pain. Our son is 7, he is in 2nd grade. He is one of the neatest little guys I have ever met and he is a spitting image of his daddy and me if that is possible. If you have ever met him, there is something inside of him that captures a piece of you immediately, he is definitely a cool little guy. Well, he is also tough sometimes. He has Asperger's Syndrome which is on the Autism Spectrum however, he is VERY high functioning and really, to tell you the truth, Steve and I don't think he needs any 'special' treatment or things like that.
Well, after 2 years of struggling more than we ever imagined with my son's schooling and frankly, seeing our sons will being broken and our faith really being tested. We quit fighting with his school to keep him in there and sent him to the local public school. He actually has done really well there and has blossomed as a student, learner, and a little boy. He has friends at school he plays with and he really is learning what it takes to be a 'student' in a classroom and to be responsible for your own actions. He is finally understanding boundaries and all is well.
I know I should be happy about that, I know that I should be happy he likes his school, I know that I should be thanking God for this opportunity for our son. I am grateful for all these things and I do thank God everyday that we are getting our boy back and he is flourishing in his new school. I struggle, on a daily basis about his school though still.
Steve and I still don't feel his local school is good for him, we miss the 'love' and the parent/family connection at his old school. It is very difficult to get to know other families at this new school. Yes, we know a few however, very few are actually families in his classroom. We love his teachers and the Special Ed. department people are fantastic. But, something still isn't sitting right with me. I still don't think this is the right place for my son. I thought that feeling would go away but, it hasn't. In fact, it is getting stronger and stronger and I find myself fighting back tears somedays.
This isn't where he belongs, I know it down to my soul I know it. Our son is a loving little guy. Relationships mean the world to him. He likes to be able to connect with people and teachers and families. That isn't able to happen here. He also isn't getting the amount of free time/recess I think is needed and his school lunches are disgusting and small.
I think our local schools have lost focus on so much and frankly, it is hard to see. We were very spoiled by the 2 recesses a day at his old school and how the parents were the playground supervisors not hired staff. We loved how they played soccer, basketball and were able to be free and explore. They can't even bring a ball or jumprope out onto their playground at his new school and heaven forbid they run!
The lunches at his old school were catered and were healthy, big, and yummy. Every Thursday was my sons favorite meal, salad. It was either Chef Salad or Chicken Caesar Salad and he loved those days. Well, his lunch today at his new school is Italian dunkers, Garden Salad, and Pineapple tidbits. Sounds good right? Oh gosh, how wrong we all are! I have eaten lunch with him a few times and the food is horrible and the portions are so small he is starving when he comes home from school everyday! Same thing with our Kindergartener and she rarely eats!
I don't know what the Italian Dunkers look like or how many you get since Seth can't eat wheat. However, I know that the 'tossed salad' is served in a souffle cup. It is less than 1/2 full of shredded lettuce and some have dressing on them and some don't. By the way, there is such a small amount of dressing, you can't even taste it! Then, the pineapple tidbits, everyone knows how small those are and you get maybe about 10 of them, that actually might be a bit more than what you get.
That is it, that is their lunch! Growing children cannot live and learn and thrive on that size of a lunch! One time I went and it was hamburger or hotdog day. Both the hamburgers and hotdogs were cold and the french fries, all 10 of them, were still frozen. Yuck!
So, my heart aches. My mind wonders, are we doing the right thing? Can't we find a place were our family can be involved, we can play on the playground together, we can find a place were our faith can be celebrated and our son can not only get the small amount of help he needs (he takes 3 10 minute breaks a day in the special ed room and gets a small amount of extra help in the classroom via picture charts in addition to the normal things in the classroom) but, he can also get the love he so desires and longs for.
We prayed he would return to his old school for 3rd grade but, he doesn't want to. The bad memories and experiences now far outweigh the good ones in his head. He wants to continue in the public school system and we are ok with that however, where is the love?
I pray about this every single day often many times a day. It still isn't leaving my head or my heart that this isn't where he belongs or where he can get the right education for him and the love and affection he needs too.
I need to go as the baby is screaming mad right now! Wow!
Blessings to you all and please continue to pray for our family and that God will lead us down the correct path and we will follow it.
-Liza