I have three sons. My youngest is 13. The other two are grown and on thier own. Of course I'm a typical Mom and always remember my kids as my babies, however I don't so much worry about these two older ones as far as their ability to 'make it' in this world. I know they are both inteligent and capable young adults who can figure out how to get done whatever they decide they need to do in life. This youngest one however is a different story. I mean since he was very young he has had certain ways about him that I was in hopes (for his sake) he would out grow. No such luck. I often find myself obseveing something he has done and just shaking my head inside and thinking 'O lord who's gonna take care of this kid once his Dad and i can't'. And the older he gets of course the more worriesome this becomes.
He just seems to have this extreamley awkward and haphazard way about everything he dose. If he dose dishes for instance the dishes will end up in the drainer in a haphazard pile in every direction, some upside down, some rightside up with water standing in them (and yes I have showed him the way to stack dishes so that at least the water draines off of them). Then later when I go to use them I will usually findsome are not compleatley clean. There will surley be a few dishes scattered about the kitchen that he forgot or didnt notice. The intire kitchen will probably have water splatered about. I mean I have actually put a large bath towel under him to do dishes as he ends up standing in a puddle of water that has splashed out of the sink and or ran down his elbows to the floor becouse the task some how ends up takeing him so long that he ends up leaning over the sink. And this doing dishes, soething I thought was a simple task.
I got up one morning and went into the kitchen. My kitchen looked like a koolaid factore had exploaded in it. I mean pink everywhere, counters, floor, fridge...Yea my son dicided to make coolaid after I went to bed. It remminded me of that Cat in the Hat story I used to read my kids where the mom leaft the kids home and a pink sopt got on something and the Cat in the Hat come to help clean it. Everytimg they wipped the pink it got on something else. It grew and grew. It become a bunch of pink spots all over everything in the house. It ended up also outside and the snow was all pink spotted. yea that's how I think of my son and doing just about anything he dose.
My middle son had always put up our christmas tree since he was eight. This year was the first year he has been out of the house. We told my 13 year old that job would now go to him. So finally a few days before Christmas Adam decided to get out the tree ( my middle son always did it about a month before christmas). There were decorations randomley scattered threwout all the rooms of the house and by the time the tree was done there were randome decorations hear and their and One huge bull on one side. I loked at it and smilled. so there was only one large ball? lol.
It's not only the disorganized ways. sometimes he will just do something that makes you shake you head and wonder what going on in his mind. One night late he wanted to order a pizza. I told him to call. When he was on the phone I heard the front door of our house open and close ... him going out and back in while on the phone with the pizza guy. After he hung up I asked him why he went outside. Apparentley after the pizza guy got our adress he asked 'is it a regular house' trying to make sure he knew how to find the correct place. ... "So you went outside to look at the house to see if it is a regular house?" I asked my son. "yea" he replied..... hmmmm?
Furthermore he barley makes it in school even though his IQ tests within average intelegence. After he finished fifth grade his brother and I both were surprised to find out that he was passed on to middle school. Him with compleatley spacy, absent minded, disorganized, and haphazardness. He can't remember what assignment is due...can remember very little of anything the teacher said...can't find his book,,, dose an assignment (if he can get that far) and can't find it to turn it in. .... we were thinking... "now he has to change classes and have six different teadchers and classrooms!"..."They put him in middle school!!??" my other son siad almost sounding mad..."He's not gonna make it!!" I didn't see how he would make it either. He passed sixth grade by the skin of his teath and dddn't pass seventh grade and is in seventh grade again this year.
Besides the point of him getting at least a high school diploma...I sometimes try to imagion him as an adult trying to make it in this world on his own. I know how it is for me as a Mom to ask him to do something and find that it ends up more of a mess than it ever would have been if he'd not done it. I have a hard time inagioneing hiim finding an employer willing to pay him for his efforts....... A mother has to wonder what will become of this boy's life.
He just seems to have this extreamley awkward and haphazard way about everything he dose. If he dose dishes for instance the dishes will end up in the drainer in a haphazard pile in every direction, some upside down, some rightside up with water standing in them (and yes I have showed him the way to stack dishes so that at least the water draines off of them). Then later when I go to use them I will usually findsome are not compleatley clean. There will surley be a few dishes scattered about the kitchen that he forgot or didnt notice. The intire kitchen will probably have water splatered about. I mean I have actually put a large bath towel under him to do dishes as he ends up standing in a puddle of water that has splashed out of the sink and or ran down his elbows to the floor becouse the task some how ends up takeing him so long that he ends up leaning over the sink. And this doing dishes, soething I thought was a simple task.
I got up one morning and went into the kitchen. My kitchen looked like a koolaid factore had exploaded in it. I mean pink everywhere, counters, floor, fridge...Yea my son dicided to make coolaid after I went to bed. It remminded me of that Cat in the Hat story I used to read my kids where the mom leaft the kids home and a pink sopt got on something and the Cat in the Hat come to help clean it. Everytimg they wipped the pink it got on something else. It grew and grew. It become a bunch of pink spots all over everything in the house. It ended up also outside and the snow was all pink spotted. yea that's how I think of my son and doing just about anything he dose.
My middle son had always put up our christmas tree since he was eight. This year was the first year he has been out of the house. We told my 13 year old that job would now go to him. So finally a few days before Christmas Adam decided to get out the tree ( my middle son always did it about a month before christmas). There were decorations randomley scattered threwout all the rooms of the house and by the time the tree was done there were randome decorations hear and their and One huge bull on one side. I loked at it and smilled. so there was only one large ball? lol.
It's not only the disorganized ways. sometimes he will just do something that makes you shake you head and wonder what going on in his mind. One night late he wanted to order a pizza. I told him to call. When he was on the phone I heard the front door of our house open and close ... him going out and back in while on the phone with the pizza guy. After he hung up I asked him why he went outside. Apparentley after the pizza guy got our adress he asked 'is it a regular house' trying to make sure he knew how to find the correct place. ... "So you went outside to look at the house to see if it is a regular house?" I asked my son. "yea" he replied..... hmmmm?
Furthermore he barley makes it in school even though his IQ tests within average intelegence. After he finished fifth grade his brother and I both were surprised to find out that he was passed on to middle school. Him with compleatley spacy, absent minded, disorganized, and haphazardness. He can't remember what assignment is due...can remember very little of anything the teacher said...can't find his book,,, dose an assignment (if he can get that far) and can't find it to turn it in. .... we were thinking... "now he has to change classes and have six different teadchers and classrooms!"..."They put him in middle school!!??" my other son siad almost sounding mad..."He's not gonna make it!!" I didn't see how he would make it either. He passed sixth grade by the skin of his teath and dddn't pass seventh grade and is in seventh grade again this year.
Besides the point of him getting at least a high school diploma...I sometimes try to imagion him as an adult trying to make it in this world on his own. I know how it is for me as a Mom to ask him to do something and find that it ends up more of a mess than it ever would have been if he'd not done it. I have a hard time inagioneing hiim finding an employer willing to pay him for his efforts....... A mother has to wonder what will become of this boy's life.
