Our T has found a kindred spirit in a superhero with anger issues and the irony is not lost on me.
Last week’s loan from the school library was a non-fiction book featuring the green Marvel superhero and we enjoyed reading it over several nights.
I love that reading comics or books inspired by comics is more acceptable now. Letting kids read what interest them help them develop an enjoyment of reading.
T was very engaged and asked great questions about concepts like energy and muscle mass.
I grew up loving superheroes. Comics provided an escape. I loved the X-Men comics, because they provided a metaphor for being different.
Some saw the X-Men’s plight – living in a world that feared them – as a metaphor for racism, ableism and for me, homophobia.
I am amused that T is interested in the Hulk, a brilliant scientist who struggles with controlling the strong angry monster in him.
Our T is a bright, capable, determined and caring boy full of potential.
Just this Friday, his teacher let us know that he’s very good with counting money.
I saw this when we did a worksheet on Saturday how quickly he did the questions in his head.
Regulating his emotions is challenging. The rude words and anger pop out.
He hasn’t leveled any cities like the Hulk, but the emotional debris his worst moments leave behind can be chaotic and disruptive.
This Sunday morning, I had a fun day all planned. After finishing his work in the morning, we would go on a hike as it was a beautiful day.
He wrote the lower case “M” incorrectly on his worksheet and I asked him to correct it and it triggered a tantrum.
Out came the rude words and the hitting and I had it. I got up and left the table.
Parents caring for individuals with FASD often speak about being their child’s external brain.
To put this in superhero terms, we’re the Alfred to Batman, the Jarvis to Iron Man, the Aunt May to Spider-Man.
No super powers, no backstory, but I somehow keep our Hulk’s life in order.
And today, that external brain needed a break from his chaos. I sat in my room for a few hours.
Later in the afternoon, T and I went for a drive to the Bluffs – far later than I had planned.
During the drive, T talked about how he didn’t like playing Pac-Man because he always lost.
I reminded him it was important to keep trying.
I added his Daddy (the hubby) and I always try and never give up on T, no matter how frustrated he makes us. We never give up, because we love him.
T was silent, which meant he was listening and absorbing it all.
It was a pep talk not just to our superhero, but to myself.
We arrived at the Bluffs and T made a beeline for the ice cream truck and asked for a Spider-Man popsicle.
The ice cream, fresh air and outdoor time was just what we both needed.