Serenity NOW!

A loud THUMP reverberates through the house, jarring me out of sleep. My initial shock quickly fades to resignation. Guess I’m up now. The culprit is my kid in the next room, slamming himself into his bed again. One of these days he’s going to break through the floor and crash into the kitchen table below his room.

My alarm clock, set for 5am, apologetically reports the time as 4:30.

I shut off the alarm and force myself out of bed, as my brain mumbles:

What time is it? 4:30. It’s not late. No. No. It’s early, early, early.

My kid isn’t alone in his ability to call up song-associations to every situation. My brain finds them even when I’m half-asleep.

I grab my clothes off the dresser where I staged them last night and close the bedroom door quietly behind me. At least one of us can try to get back to sleep. My shower will have to wait. My only goal now: reaching the coffee pot downstairs before the boy emerges from his room. I pass his closed bedroom door–his light isn’t on yet, so I’ve got a few precious moments to start that caffeine remedy. Read the full post »

YouTube is My Frenemy


A person with whom you may have a lot of fun … who also has a vile and random dark side. (Urban dictionary)

YouTube is my frenemy.

YouTube can be such a supportive friend, one who assists me in my parenting duties.

YouTube provides my kid an activity to do when he’s bored. He’ll watch hours of roller coasters, of people performing crazy stunts or playing music, or repetitive clips from his favorite shows.

water-139249_1280YouTube gives our son a vehicle for showing us his likes and dislikes. Even if it means that during his search for the most awesome roller coaster videos, my teenager finds and lingers on some very cool water slide videos that also just happen to spotlight girls in bikinis.

YouTube teaches my son how to type and spell, operate a browser window and navigate search engines.

We’re really close, YouTube and I.

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Sounds Like Trouble

Like most kids, my son can hear the crinkle of a candy wrapper or the quiet clink of the cookie jar lid from two rooms away.

The difference for my child is that he is almost always wearing earplugs, and still his parents can rarely sneak a snack without his sudden appearance in the kitchen.   When I explain my son’s sound sensitivity to children (and not a few adults), I often use a Superman analogy. Just as Superman has super-hearing, this boy can hear minute details that others miss, and he’s hearing these otherwise-undetectable noises all the time. My kid’s earplugs help to muffle the millions of sounds his brain is trying to process, but he can still hear everything. Sound waves-multiple Read the full post »

A Dream Job

My son will be 16 this summer. As a family, we are headed into some new territory. “Transition” looms.


Or, to borrow a phrase from Marlin of Finding Nemo, “You mean – the swirling vortex of terror?!? Read the full post »


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