Reality

I am getting to know the new fixtures in our house. The three women that will be tudoring my son this year. Two are young, freshly graduated from college, eager, energetic, and did I mention young :P The third, I haven't quite figured out, she is a grandmother, and a nurse, definitely a nice lady, and she has more experience than the others. Cotton is sinking in nicely to his new schedule. He has been craving it for a long time. I don't know how, but he could literally go all day. The best part of his new program, is that insurance for the first time, is paying for all of it! They are even flying the bcba out once a month for training. It is a pretty sweet deal.

There you have it, the divide between how I want things to be, and how they are. At the end of the school year, I was ready to go. Cotton had his own plans, he learns his own way, and unfortunately, I um.. am not the best teacher ever:) He needs consistency to a fault, and he needs repetition at nauseum. To top it off he needs someone who is firm, not mean, but someone that he cannot BS. Because, I love the guy, but if he can pull one over on you, trust me he will. I'm not letting myself off the hook, being a mother is being a teacher, but consistent.... ummm... well.... if there were more than one of me, I would be:)

So as much as I would love to be super mom, it is not going to happen. I need help, and I am really, really glad to be getting it. Things have been chaotic around here lately. Cotton has taken a giant developmental leap, in that he has become VERY interested in playing with other kids, especially his brothers, but the problem is that it is very inappropriate, and usually ends with someone getting hurt. The irony is, that he is playing with his brothers exactly how we have played with him for years. He is being playfully disruptive to pull them into interaction, Dr. Greenspan would be proud. Unfortunately, his brothers usually respond by screaming at him, then, Cotton tries to quiet them, by sitting on their head.