Because I'm NOT a Parent

I had a realization the other day. 

I was talking with my sub, who was venting about a particularly difficult case. The student has many mental health difficulties, and is on the autism spectrum. The student's mom loves her child very much but can be an, um, aggressive and blunt communicator. 

My sub was upset because this student is doing nothing, pretty much refusing to turn in any work. Their grades are slipping. He'd contacted the student's mom with his concerns, and was very frustrated with the response. She basically said she wasn't going to force the student to do anything, that when she talked with the student at home, the explanation was that so far their grades were good enough that the student felt they could just "coast" for a while. The mom was like, "well, the grades are good right now, and maybe they need to see the grades dip. We'll revisit when that happens." 

My sub was beside himself. Why would she not care about motivating her child? Why would she let him fail like this? He was gobsmacked by the mom's response when he (the sub) clarified that he spends extra time with all his students to help them succeed, she said: "that's nice, but I only care about my child." 

Then he said to me... "As a parent, I just don't understand how she can do this to her child." 

Ah. 

I explained my thoughts on the situation:  

  • Natural consequences, a real life if...then, are actually probably the best way to show this student what happens when you just quit the game. It's concrete. 

  • It is actually pretty impossible to "make" someone do something that they are determined not to do. Sometimes they have to eff around and find out, for themselves. 

  • What better time to learn the lesson of failing due to inaction than in middle school, when there's no credit? Better now than next year when it goes on a transcript.

  • Most parents only care about their own children's success when it comes down to it. She's just being brutally honest and saying it out loud. 

  • She has known her child the longest. She is the parent. It is not our job to tell her how to parent (unless it is something harmful/illegal). We can disagree, we can offer alternate thoughts, but ultimately you'll drive yourself crazy thinking you can "fix" someone else's parenting, because a) you can't and b) it's not up to you, as a teacher. 

Then, I had an epiphany -- maybe one reason why I am somewhat of a "tough parent whisperer" is because I am not a parent myself. I do not have my own frame of reference to put on someone else, for better or for worse. I am not thinking through the lens of what would work (or not) for MY child. I am a fairly neutral player in this game. I mean, I like to think I know what I would have done, if I'd had kids, but I'll never really know what that would have looked like, so I can't speculate TOO much.

Of course, I have opinions, but I feel very strongly that in most situations, abuse aside, parents want what's best for their kids. There are different ways of handling different situations. I can offer facts, such as: We cannot grade what we do not receive. We can give the opportunities, we can extend deadlines to a point, but there is a line where it is what it is. Students get the grade they earn. If they do nothing, they earn...nothing. That's sort of how life works. We can encourage, parents can encourage, but ultimately there is no "making" the child do something they don't want to do. My job, as an educator, is to work with the parent and partner home and school together to help a student be as successful as possible. 

I would imagine, as a teacher who IS a parent, that it would be hard not to see through your own lens (at least at first). That it might be harder not to judge based on what you would do in the situation, even though likely your situation is very different from their situation. 

It gave me a little bit of a flip side to the dreaded "as a parent..." comments that get thrown around school (and life) all the time -- maybe it's actually an asset to be an educational, developmental expert and NOT a parent. 

An ADHD Book Recommendation

It's been such an adventure being a late-diagnosed woman with ADHD. I get to learn new skills and discover that I, in fact, am less a hot mess than I thought (or at least there are reasons for it), and I get to look back on my ENTIRE life and realize just how much this neurodivergence has impacted me. I was always weird. Mostly lovably so, but there were and are definitely periods where "annoyingly" would be a better adverb. I was always a mess. But now I can see it through a different lens. 

I love when there's a good book about ADHD. I am still reading How to ADHD by Jessica McCabe (whose YouTube channel is absolutely amazing), because it is...rather large. And I lent it to my dad. Before I finished it for some reason. I did just get it back and I am making my way through it. It's great stuff...but very long.  

I read Kat Brown's It's Not a Bloody Trend: Understanding Life as an ADHD Adult and loved it. It was her story, combined with stories of lots of other people living with ADHD as adults, many late-diagnosed like her (and like me). She is so witty, and engaging, and I can't help but feel that we could be friends when I read her work.

I started reading a book recommended by a coworker, but I didn't finish that book, which shall remain nameless, on purpose. This is because it filled me with the fury of a thousand murder hornets (remember murder hornets?). It was just so...clinical. Pathological. Negative. Deficit-based. It did not speak to me, AT ALL. Or rather, it said "You are defective and it is hard to be around you, and look at these cool images of brains and where they don't fire as much in these areas, but yeah, your life is going to be difficult." So I chose not to listen so much to what it had to say. Maybe it gets better. It made me feel shitty enough while reading it that I didn't care to find out.

But, I did find this one, which is the exact opposite of that Negative Nancy book: ADHD Is Awesome: A Guide to (mostly) Thriving With ADHD by Penn and Kim Holderness. Yes, the couple of the crazy videos and songs and current series on Perry, Perimenopause. I felt like, OK, it's a celebrity book, but I'll give it a try. I am SO glad I did. It is so much more than a "celebrity book." 



The book is mostly written by Penn, who has ADHD. He was diagnosed in college, so relatively late for a boy. It also features "Notes from Kim" that are peppered throughout -- she does not have ADHD, but gives excellent perspective as someone who lives with a person with ADHD, for better and for worse. 

The text is nicely broken up, it's not too long, the pacing is swift, and the formatting of the pages...it's the most ADHD-friendly setup ever: 

Each chapter is assigned its own color, so you can set mini-goals while reading. "I'm going to finish this orange section! Oh look, I'm in the green, I may as well finish that too..." It is VERY motivating. I do not need motivation to read most fiction books, or memoirs. But nonfiction books? It can feel a bit like a slog. Even when it's very, very useful information. Nonfiction books are the ones I most frequently do not finish. THIS format? I flew through it. It was beautifully, visually chunked. 

What I love about this book is that it's practical. It focuses on not just "this is how your brain works" but also "this is how your brain is an asset, and this is how you can manage the dingdong things your brain does to get in your way, and by the way, just because you do dingdong things doesn't mean YOU are a dingdong." I felt very, very seen. 

I also felt very, very sad for the young me who was not given a whole lot of grace for ADHD-related behaviors that no one recognized as ADHD. Because I was a girl, because I did well in school (although if you look at my transcripts you can totally see where it was motivation-driven), because there was a lot going on in my family and I felt an insane pressure to "be normal, be good." This book actually prompted me to make a list of things throughout my life, starting in childhood, that I thought were me just being a weird, irresponsible hot mess, but are actually part of my differently-wired brain. Not an excuse, but wow is it freeing to realize that there are things that ARE definitely harder for me, but it's not a character flaw. I can develop skills to manage them. My list became so numerous that it quickly turned into its own dedicated post. 

I love ADHD Is Awesome so much for that grace, and for the information both on ADHD and living with someone with ADHD, and looking at challenges through a positive lens. I love it so much I want to do a professional development on Neurodivergence, and the novel idea that not all brains are wired in the same way and that's actually a GOOD thing. That even though there are challenges and difficulties, there are strengths -- creativity, thinking outside the box, being good in constantly changing/high-stress situations, having lots of energy (until you don't), and hyperfocus. Apparently teaching is a common profession for female ADHDers, go figure, which makes sense because everything is chunked in increments, you're constantly solving the puzzle of how to get students to "get it" and think critically, and it is NEVER the same. On the flip side, I see students with ADHD get labeled as noncompliant, lazy, unmotivated, blurty, and distracting. And while they (and me) can be all of those things, imagine what would happen if there was grace given. If deficits were looked at as "skills not developed yet" and not willful disobedience or sluggery. 

Imagine if there was a greater understanding of different brains, and it led to working on skills while celebrating successes, and above all, giving people the benefit of the doubt. I did not enjoy feeling like I was inherently a hot mess express. I do not enjoy when I feel like a failure or do something real dumb. It is amazingly freeing to realize that there are reasons why some things are particularly difficult, and I am not a lost cause -- I can learn strategies to help me capitalize on my strengths and accommodate my areas of need. Which obviously goes for students, too. 

I really think this book can help, as so many books do, build some empathy and be a toolbox for helping people of all ages strive to be their best selves, despite and maybe even because of the challenges. 


Skin Check

I am fairly religious about sunscreen, but I lapsed a bit in getting skin checks from a dermatologist. Last year was my first one in a while, and she didn't like a spot on my face. It turned out to be just a weird sunspot and nothing nefarious, so the worst part of it was the lidocaine injection (zero flesh on your temple, ow ow ow). 

I went for another skin check about a week or so ago, and didn't really have anything I was super nervous about. She looked all over, used her magnifying thingie (is it a loupe if it's not gemstones she's looking at?) and then spent an inordinate amount of time on my back. Never a good sign. 

She ended up taking two moles -- one on my back, and one next to my bellybutton, that she thought looked darker than before. The lidocaine hurt not at all at the bellybutton, but the back... ouch. But now, the one on my back is healing decently well from the "shave biopsy," but the bellybutton one is a pain. When they went to take it, they were like, "oh, you can sit up!" I just laughed and said I'd like to see them try to make that work, as my PCOS belly creases right there and it truly is a spot where the sun don't shine. So I lay down and they numbed me and left me with two holes. 

I assumed it would be like my face, funky looking moles, no biggie. 

Well, apparently, they both came back "severely abnormal," and have to be cut more thoroughly to ensure all the evil cells are gone, and then I get stitches. I was assured it wasn't cancer, not yet. Of course Dr. Google informed me that they are vigilant about removing "severely abnormal" moles because they most often turn into melanoma, which is freaking terrifying.

I am grateful for my dermatologist, who took two moles not even on my radar and had a good eye for what she called "the ugly ducklings." Less grateful for more cutting and stitching, but I think I actually prefer that to the hole type wound, which is supposed to leave less scar but even after the week of Vaseline and band-aid (try sticking a Band-Aid across your bellybutton and see how that works...spoiler alert, it doesn't). I am grateful that I started getting regular skin checks again. 

On a lighter note, I am also grateful for her wordsmithing... I asked about a spot on my face where I seem to have a splotch of even whiter skin, and I wondered if it was something weird. She just said it was due to sun damage (for the love I wear SPF 50 ALL THE TIME), and that losing pigment can happen "as time passes." What a lovely sentiment. I laughed and said, "that sounds just so much kinder and poetic than 'as you age,' haha, very diplomatic!" 

My first procedure is a couple days after my birthday (they were going to do my actual birthday, and then said, "oh goodness no, let's not do that to you!"), and insurance says they have to be done separately and two weeks apart at least, so my back one isn't leaving until June. I just couldn't take time when I have so little left when I get back to work. And, I am doing quite the number on my sick time being out for 12 weeks, so I'd rather not use any in the weeks I have remaining! 

I'm glad I can make use of this time to get some of these appointments done, hopefully they don't all result in more of them. 

A Special Spoon

I was not able to have children. My best friend was able to have three. I love her children, and while I don't see them that often (she prefers to come up here, because it is quiet and she can read in bed and no one needs anything from her...), but when I do it's like no time has passed. Even though they are all TEENAGERS now. 

Her oldest son is turning 18 this May. How is this possible? Look how cute he was as a (not so) tiny baby: 

I believe that's a car in his hand. He used to put them in order and name them, with the most special being "Fire Truck" -- which was whispered. So freaking adorable.

And now... he's going off to college. My best friend is beside herself. 

But, a few weeks ago we had a visit from the boy and his dad, because he was touring his top 3 colleges that he got into and one of those is SUNY Geneseo. (SUNY = State University of New York). SUNY Geneseo is where I went, and where my best friend's husband went, and it was my graduation party from Geneseo that resulted in my best friend and my college friend meeting and...the rest is history. 

Here is the boy now: 


Much bigger, loving on Eggi. 

A slight attempt at stacking the deck, we said if he went to Geneseo, he'd be 25 minutes from me and Bryce, quality kitty time (he's going to miss his soooo much), and the occasional Annie's Mac & Cheese. And to top it off, I said I would get him a grapefruit spoon. 

Why a grapefruit spoon? Because to the boy, it is the perfect utensil. Like a spork but with better cutting ability. Perfect for Ramen and any kind of noodles. 

So, when I got the very cute decision reveal video from my best friend (they waited at the bottom of the stairs and he came out of his room wearing a Geneseo sweatshirt), I put in an Etsy order. And it came today! 


Needless to say, my best friend is considerably less nervous (but no less distraught) about him going off to college because we'll be nearby. With a special spoon just for him. 


This post in part inspired by Mali's post on friends and family. Go read it!