“Alexa, Pull My Finger!”

Our boy has reached the developmental stage where farts and poop are the best thing ever.

As a parent, you always worry about whether your little one is hitting milestones.

Well, let me tell you, our T is exceeding expectations with the farts and poop phase, even using technology in innovative ways.

Of the millions of dollars spent in research and development of smart devices, I bet the inventors never imagined the sheer joy their creations would bring to kids at bedtime.

On a recent evening, I spent 20 minutes trying to stop T from repeatedly asking the Alexa next to our bed to “pull his finger.”

I never imagined that Alexa even responded to that. But sure enough, the usually classy elderly British lady would just let it rip.

Then she asked, “Would you like me to do that again?”

I screamed, “No, Alexa stop!”

But T’s giddy, loud laughter and screams of, “Yes!” consistently overpowered mine.

And I secretly loved every minute of his laughter and enjoyment.

A few days later, last Friday, on the last day of virtual school before the current Spring break, T’s class was doing a group language activity.

The teacher worked with the class to create a postcard message together, imagining that they were astronaut Chris Hadfield sending a message to his family down on Earth.

“What else can we add to the message?” the teacher asked the class.

I always encourage T to participate more in class, because I know he has something interesting to say when it’s just to the hubby and/or I.

“T, can you put your hand up?” I asked. “What is the astronaut doing in outer space?”

T said to me, “He’s pooping in his pants.”

To which I quickly replied, “Put your hand back down please.”

Magical Stop Motion Animation

On this rainy Sunday, T and I played around with creating stop motion animation.

It was two Sundays ago that we experimented with creating puppet show videos.

I like doing activities that encourage T to build his creativity and digital skills.

With April Break camp cancelled this week because of stay at home orders, I’m planning activities to keep him busy as I still have work.

Stop motion animation is something I’ve always wanted to try. I found this video explainer helpful.

I have a phone camera and tripod. I downloaded the Stop Motion app from the Apple App Store.

As soon as I showed T the sample stop motion animation above, he got off his tablet and asked to help out.

I told him to pick any toys he wanted to use in his video and he came back with his giant stuffed animals. And here’s T’s very first animation.

I don’t think he got the concept at first. But it was all about having fun and experimenting.

Then T, who has the attention span of a gnat, got bored and went to build a robot with his blocks.

So I suggested we create an animation of his blocks coming to life as a robot.

It took convincing, but he bought into the idea. He didn’t want to place and move the blocks, as he found it tiring (oh, the child abuse!), so I asked him to be the camera man.

I moved the blocks around and T snapped the photos and the app brought it to life.

As soon as T watched our work, his smile was all I needed to know he was pleased with it.

Then T wanted to do an animation with his wooden train set. He was already quite restless by this point, so we kept it short and sweet.

This was probably my favourite one that we did and I have ideas of how to make a more elaborate animation with the train set.

But I want to do it with T and will wait when he can focus. The whole point is to have fun together and I want the final output to be a reflection of our time together.

The imagination of a young child is so pure, innocent and limitless – and I can see that T has a wonderful imagination.

As tiring as it can feel at times to help channel his energy and creativity sometimes, the end result is always fun and worth it!

Oh, and here’s another one done later in the afternoon in T’s room!

“When I Feel Angry”

Team T have been trying different strategies to help our sweet boy process his emotions.

Emotional regulation is often a challenge for children with T’s prognosis – at-risk FASD.

We experience a full spectrum of emotions, from happy, sweet, caring to explosive moments.

The hardest moments are those when he is set off in the blink of an eye – over seemingly small things, like asking him to brush his teeth, go to bed, or focus on virtual learning.

Thankfully, the majority of our time with T are positive. But it’s important to intervene while he is young, so we can set a foundation for later life.

The hubby and I have read on private groups about kids with FASD who have explosive moments, damaging things at home or physically turning a classroom upside down. Kids with FASD may be at risk of issues with the law in adolescence.

I don’t think – and hope – we’re on that path but we’ve seen things at home that have given us pause and at school and daycare, there have been a few moments related to disregulation.

Most recently at daycare, staff reported that a colleague was bothering T. He got frustrated and threw a wooden block at this peer, causing a bump on their forehead.

Granted, it’s not all T’s fault, but the mother was not happy and asked for T and the friend – who love to play together – to be separated.

That was hard to take in as a parent and it was hard for T to understand the consequences of his – and the peer’s – actions.

Life is a work in progress and here are a few strategies Team T is currently using to help him work on his emotions.

Books are a great tool to share lessons with T in a non-lecturing way. Visuals are so helpful too.

His behaviour therapist recently recommended a list of great books and we found some of them as read aloud videos on YouTube.

Two books – “When I Feel Angry” and “When Sophie Gets Angry – Really Really Angry” – provide relatable characters and teachable moments that feel relevant to T.

What I like about these stories is they don’t shame kids for feeling angry and at the same time, teach them a more productive way to process and express those emotions.

We are so blessed to have really understanding and supportive daycare staff. They may not entirely get T’s prognosis but they have been so genuine and open to learning and trying things.

I often chat with the staff during pickup and she runs ideas and questions by me.

We’ve connected daycare staff with the Special Needs Resource Consultant from Community Living Toronto that supports T at daycare.

The consultant recently provided a role play Conflict Card Game to daycare staff to try out.

Credit: ConnectAbility.ca

The game presents a series of scenarios – sample above – and it provides the staff and T with a play-based way to talk about how to emotionally respond to common scenarios.

We are also incredibly blessed and grateful to have the dedicated one-on-one support of his Child and Youth Worker at school this year.

She has been such a godsend and allocates time each day at school to work with him on soft skills.

What we appreciate so much about her is her willingness to learn and apply things that we and the daycare staff are using, so there is consistency at all touch points of T’s life.

At home, we try our best to role model the expected behaviour, because kids learn best from observing their parents.

The hardest thing about parenting a child like T is the difficult behaviour and I confess to not always being the most graceful in my responses to his actions.

Such as when we found out with very little notice this Tuesday that we were returning to virtual schooling the next day and that day camps next week were cancelled due to a return to shutdown.

My anxiety level shot up and I was not very calm in responding to T’s tantrum during bedtime.

But thankfully, every day with T is a new start and you just have to let the previous day go.

This morning, T’s class did a virtual art lesson – which we’ve done and loved in the past. They drew a sunflower – the symbol of good cheer.

After T outlined his sunflower, he said he was done and got up to play with his toys. I told him he needed to finish his work and to colour the sunflower in.

And just like that, he blew a big fit. He threw his artwork to the ground and stomped off. Started telling me to shut up and saying that he was tired and his arm was going to fall off from all that hard work of coloring.

I had to restrain myself from laughing or losing my shit – because it was both hilarious and incredibly frustrating.

But I kept my cool and calmly reminded him that he would not earn tablet time if he did not finish his work.

After a two-minute tantrum, he came back to the table, started chuckling again and proceeded to finish his work.

For about two minutes, the two of us quietly completed our sunflower. Afterwards, I asked T to share his work with the class.

His teacher praised him for a job well done and after we went back on mute and turned off the camera, I told T how happy I was that he was able to control his emotions and finish his work.

It was truly a sunflower cheerful way to end our morning.

The Renewal of Spring

An Easter egg hunt, yard work and COVID vaccine made for a rejuvenating family long weekend.

It was a Good Friday after I took Ma for her first vaccine. I felt thankful for how organized the site was; we were in and out in 30 minutes.

Our province is facing an intense third wave, so knowing Ma and many others are vaccinated makes me feel more hopeful.

On Sunday, T woke up early knowing the Easter Bunny had visited. He wasted no time finding the eggs and the basket of goodies left for him.

He then made me hide the eggs again – and in their original hiding spots, he insisted – so he could find them again.

Easter is a symbol for resurrection – and Spring is a season when the decay of autumn and the death of winter give way for renewal.

Spring was very evident as our family spent a satisfying Sunday afternoon doing yard work.

While the hubby took T to the playground, I raked up the dried leaves that coated the perimeter of our backyard.

I made three huge piles, which T took no time to jump into after they came back from the park.

The magical glow of the late afternoon sun bathed our backyard as the hubby, T and I worked together to bag away the leaves.

T alternated between playing in the pile of leaves and helping the hubby and I.

I watched with amusement and pride as he raked up the piles of leaves and gathered giant piles of leaves and dropped them into the bag.

It is my hope T develops a strong work ethic as he gets older and we try to encourage him to do chores around the house.

But we also don’t want him to grow up too fast. And it’s ok if he just wants to goof off.

It was a t-shirt kind of day and there was a warm gentle breeze. The signs of new life and rebirth were everywhere and it felt reinvigorating.

Bedtime Stories We Loved: Volume 2

T’s teacher recently started a Reading Log program; one new book is sent home every day for us to read with him at night.

These are simple books with patterned structure (e.g. Here is a box… Here is a bat… Here is a broom) to help T build his sight word vocabulary and learn about simple sentence structure.

I’m glad to see this program, because giving our kindergartner T the building blocks to learn how to read in grade 1 next year is one of the goals we established in his Individualized Education Plan.

Research consistently shows the importance of early literacy and for caregivers to read to children at home. As noted by the American Library Association, a study of 3 to 5 year olds who had been read to at least three times per week found the children were two times more likely to recognize all letters, have word-sight recognition, and understand words in context.

Bedtime stories was a routine the hubby and I established with T from when he came into our lives at 14 months. It’s one of my favourite times of the day – and not just because it’s one step closer to T falling asleep!

I truly believe that reading to him has helped T develop his receptive and expressive language; he was once considered speech delayed.

As he matures into a little boy, I believe that books will be good tools to teach him about complex issues, challenging emotions, to build his empathy – all while growing his knowledge.

We’ve been so blessed to have family and friends who’ve gifted and continue to gift T with great books. We also borrow books from our library.

I’ve previously shared a list of favourite books we’ve read to T from his toddler years up to age 4.

Here are a few additions to this list of a few favourites from our bedtime reading this year.

Love You Forever by Robert Munsch

This much-beloved book by beloved Canadian author Robert Munsch is a deceptively simple-looking but profoundly deep story about the universal love a parent has for their child.

I dare anyone to read this book without breaking into tears by the end. I’ve previously written about what this book means to me as a parent.

The nuance and depth in this book are likely lost on T but I know this is a book that we will revisit in the years to come and will reveal new layers for T with each later reading.

T also has other Munsch books in his personal library thanks to friends, including The Paperbag Princess, 50 Below Zero and The Fire Station.

How To Catch A Star by Oliver Jeffers

This charming surrealistic book tells the story of a boy who wants to catch a star and never gives up until he catches his very own star.

This book speaks to the limitless imagination and possibilities of the curious and determined child’s mind – which is why T enjoys this book so much.

Giraffe and Bird by Rebecca Bender

This charming story of frenemies Giraffe and Bird learning to get along is an excellent example of how books can help teach kids about complex concepts such as friendship and learning to respect each other and get along.

Show not tell as I was often taught in school and what better tools to help show T and not tell about concepts such as friendship than a beautifully illustrated and humorously told story such as this book.

The Family Book by Todd Parr

I’m a librarian and libraries talk even more so these days about the importance of diversity and representation.

T has two copies of this picture book – gifted by two separate colleagues when T first entered our lives – which illustrates, using animals, that families come in all forms.

Some families have two parents, some have a single parents, some have two mommies or two daddies, some families adopt children. All families love to celebrate birthdays and all families are sad when they lose a loved one.

I think that kids are ok with differences more so than adults are, because their innocence allows them to be more tolerant – especially when you tell them about things in plain simple terms.

I Love You, Mister Bear by Sylvie Wickstrom

My Aunt is a garage sale fanatic and often gives T books by the box full and we are more than grateful to receive them.

This book is a garage sale find and is about a girl who rescues a tattered worn down bear from a garage sale and restores him. Talk about meta!

This story resonates with me, because to me it mirrors an adoption story – the little bear moving from one family to another.

I also like that it teaches T that a toy does not have to be brand new for it to be valuable or to bring you enjoyment.

Just Me and My Dad by Mercer Mayer

I grew up loving the Little Critter series by Mercer Meyer and we got a bunch of them from my Aunt’s garage sale find.

T and I have read this specific title – when the Critter goes on a camping trip with his Dad – countless times, including this past summer when T and I camped out in the backyard.

Lulu is a Rhinoceros by Jason Flom

This is a story of a little dog named Lulu that believes it is a rhinoceros, despite all the other dogs telling her otherwise.

One day, a chance encounter with a bird takes her to a zoo where Lulu finds her peers.

For a young boy like T, it probably is a whimsical and silly story. But through repeated readings, I hope the message sinks in that there is power that can come with belief in one self.

Little Tree by Loren Long

This is a wonderful story of a little tree who goes through the Spring and Summer seasons but come Fall, he refuses to let go of his leaves. As a result, his fellow trees around him sprout and grow into tall trees while he is stagnant.

Eventually, he learns to let go of his leaves and let nature take its natural course and grow.

This story provides a great reminder that we are all on our own journey and that some of us may take a little longer to get to our natural destination, but we will get there in due time.

Goodnight Goodnight Construction Site by Sherri Duskey Rinker and Tom Lichtenheld

Like most boys, T loves his trucks.

This is a fun book about the different and hardworking trucks on a construction site winding down for the day.

It gives a nice reminder to work hard and to also make time for play and rest.

When Kids Feel Sad

The best and worst parts of being a parent is feeling your child’s emotional highs and lows.

Little children carry big emotions that they often do not yet have the life experience to process.

When T has a super high, excited or proud moment, we all celebrate together. On the flip side, we’re in the trenches of the lows with him.

Recently, we received a message from T’s Child and Youth Worker that the friend that he sits with on the school bus told T he doesn’t like him.

T then told his CYW this made him very sad.

The CYW explained to T the kid was upset about something else – T later told me the kid had lost his shoes – and he didn’t mean what he said.

I received this message while I was on a work call and it made me very sad.

I often think about friendships for T, as I read on private support groups about kids with T’s prognosis having challenges with maintaining friendships.

So as T’s parent, I am even more sensitive to these kind of incidents – even if in this instance, it wasn’t related to anything T did.

For me, it’s important to let kids experience the wide spectrum of emotions.

The worst thing I could do as T’s parent is to shield him from experiencing negative emotions like sadness, anger or frustration.

We work hard to give T the tools to process and verbalize his emotions, including encouraging him to talk to us or a grown up.

In the recent incident, T told the bus driver who then alerted his CYW. So while it sucked that T experienced this, we were glad he told a grown up. That is a sign of maturity, I think.

A few days later, his CYW shared even more devastating news. The classmate that T had grown close with and played with at school was leaving for a different school.

The CYW wanted to give us a heads up because she felt that this would be a huge loss for T.

So we strategized. The CYW told T about it a few days beforehand and she arranged a proper goodbye for the two boys.

The kid’s last day at T’s school was this past Tuesday. I asked that evening about his classmate. T explained he was going to a different school.

I asked T how he felt about it. He said he felt sad. And that was a perfectly normal and healthy response.

School friends will come and go – and hopefully some will also be long lasting – and I remind myself we’ll get through these moments with T together.

That night, as I was lying down with T during bedtime after stories, he snuggled up very closely to me and wrapped my arm around his chest. He fell asleep tightly in my arms.

Having Fun With Puppetry and Video

T and I spent this rainy Sunday being silly and creative with filmmaking.

T and I made up what we were doing along the way – and it was more fun this way!

We put chairs together and draped our brown blanket – usually used for building forts – over them and it became a mountain backdrop.

I asked T to pick a few stuffed animals to be the characters of our skit.

They recently learned about what characters are in class. I also explained what “plot” and “setting” were – although that went over his head.

I set up a tripod for my phone camera in front of our stage and off we went.

It was all about improvising and having fun. We did three skits altogether – the second of which is shared below: “Moo Moo Goes Sledding.”

It is amazing what you can do to edit a video on a phone these days!

We used the iMovie app and T helped me pick the video filter. I didn’t have his attention long enough to show him how to add audio or the title; although he did ask me what the title was.

T is a very funny and creative storyteller and I want to do more of these video projects with him.

They will get him to flex his creativity, learn about expressing himself, build his digital literacy, and more importantly, have fun!

And here was the first video we did. I should’ve made sure my head was not in the video. Haha. Consider this a blooper reel!

The Road Not Taken

We celebrated my 40th birthday this week and I reflected on what’s happened and the what ifs.

T and I recently read a picture book adaptation of Robert Frost’s classic poem “The Road Not Taken,” beautifully illustrated by Vivian Mineker.

The poem presents the character, out for a walk in the woods, with a fork in the road. The character decides which road to take and the question is then, what if they took the other path?

There certainly were key points in my life where I had to make decisions about which path to take: which university, which career, which person to spend my life with, which home to live in.

As an enthusiast of science fiction, I amuse myself at the thought of parallel universes where multiple versions of my life live out based on different decisions I make.

One of the most important decisions the hubby and I made was to start a family.

We began this process in our late 20s, attending a wonderful workshop series called Papas and Daddies 2B.

Almost 7 years after we began the adoption journey with no progress, we were ready to call it quits, when we received a call out of the blue from Children’s Aid Society.

Not only were we presented with one match for a child, but we were presented with two matches!

The first child was a 14-month old boy whose birth mother had admitted to drinking during her first three months of pregnancy and consumed hard drugs throughout her pregnancy.

The second child was a 4-year-old Chinese and Iranian child, who had faced severe neglect. I still get haunted by the description of the child who’d often be left alone while his parents partied.

We were given very little time to decide which child to adopt. It was a hard decision, but we decided to adopt the younger child, our T.

I am a firm believer about life working out the way it should and that you are meant to meet the people that you are to meet and to have the opportunities and challenges that you face.

But I did think recently about the 4-year-old that could’ve been our son.

In a parallel universe, he would be 9 years old today. I wonder how our life would’ve been as we faced the direct effects of the neglect from his early life. I wonder about the memories we would’ve made with an older child.

I am not a person who dwells on the what ifs or to have regrets about the paths not taken, because it is a maddening and futile waste of time.

I am so thankful for the path we took in life that led us to our T.

This Saturday morning, T climbed into bed with me – bright and early, as a woodpecker pecked away at a tree in our backyard.

“My fart woke me up,” he said.

I didn’t want to wake up yet, so I shoved my phone in T’s face, hoping it would buy me a few more minutes.

T looked at photos and videos from this nature outing just two months into our life together.

T started scrolling through the hundreds of photos we’ve taken from the last five years.

He kept watching a video over and over of him walking down a set of stairs, while holding onto the railing, as the hubby stood by closely.

He was only 16 months old and still not familiar or comfortable with going up and down stairs.

T rested his head on my chest watching this video and I opened my sleepy eyes to watch it with him, marveling at how time has flown by.

The hubby treated me to steak and frites for my birthday dinner.

Three Wishes

If a genie gave us an opportunity, would we wish away our child’s invisible disability?

I thought about this question all weekend after T and I watched Disney’s Aladdin.

On Saturday morning, with a bowl of popcorn, we snuggled on the couch and watched the movie T had recently enjoyed in class.

I chuckled when T said, “That bird has a potty mouth” in reference to Iago, the villain Jafar’s foul-mouthed sidekick bird.

I told T that’s what he sounds like when he uses bad words. Then he gave me a priceless look in return. If only I had my camera.

When the genie granted Aladdin his first wish, I asked T what he would wish for and without hesitation, he said, “A dog.”

T has a soft spot for dogs but with two cats at home, that ain’t happening – unless that Genie is also a dog walker!

Then naturally, the question was asked of me, “What would I wish for if I ever met a genie?”

Instead of doing house work, catching up on fitness or something of substance, I spent the final moments of my staycaytion thinking about what would happen if I encountered a genie.

Naturally, one of the first thoughts I had – and I imagine it’d be similar for other parents with a special needs child – is to wish away T’s disability.

But the crazy thing was it wasn’t such a clear cut wish for me.

If it was a physical disability, I think the wish would be clear and straightforward.

But T’s invisible disability manifests through his behaviours – and in turn, his personality – and so I would practically be wishing for an entirely different kid.

There is so much of T to love just the way he is.

Even his most frustrating behaviours end up being sources of amusement for the hubby and I once we cool down and commiserate about how fucking irritating yet so wonderfully lovable he is that you can’t help but to keep rooting for him and working hard to help him succeed.

But I also think so much – practically daily – about how his behaviours will impact his future.

So Genie, this is my wish: First off, I love our T for the way he was brought into this world and I do not want a different child.

What I do wish for is for the effects of his prenatal alcohol exposure on his life to be minimal and for him to be continually blessed with the love, supports and good luck to maximize his happiness, good health, independence, positive relationships, success and fortune in all stages of his life.

That was one wish by the way. The trick is to cram it all into one sentence without having it be a run-on sentence; use semi-colons if you have to.

We spent the rest of Saturday out in soothing nature.

I enjoyed my solo hike at the Moccasin Trail from the previous day so much that I took the hubby and T with me for a late afternoon hike.

We let T lead the way which meant we skirted the water rather than stay on the paved path. I loved watching him freely explore, including walking under a giant iron train bridge.

There was a branch tied to a long rope tied to a tree, so he had to give it a swing… or twenty. Brave kid!

The late afternoon sun was magically soothing.

It was the last day of winter and Spring was hours around the corner.

It was 13 degrees and the air was fresh and all of our moods were so positive.

At that moment, as the sun was setting, I really couldn’t have wished for anything more.

And what about you? What would you wish for if you had the chance?

The first signs of Spring are everywhere!

Respite, Rainbow, Recharge

On the theme of R words, this week was about R&R.

Rest and recuperation are especially important when raising kids with additional needs and endless energy like T.

Our family has been going full speed for the last three months, with unexpected health issues and a return to virtual schooling on top of the regular responsibilities of daily life.

It’s amazing how your body and mind allow you to keep going but come crashing down when you have a moment to relax.

Respite is defined as a short period of rest or relief from something difficult.

It’s a word I didn’t even know until I became T’s parent and learned more about the world of FASD, of which T has an at risk prognosis.

Respite can be as short as a few hours to either rest, to do an errand or to have time to yourself.

It could be informally provided by a family member or a friend or could be more formal through a respite care provider.

For a while, we received infrequent respite from Ma and the hubby’s parents when they visited.

Our first-ever evening of respite!

I still remember how rejuvenating it felt to get our first night off to watch The Bodyguard musical four years ago, a year after starting the parenting journey.

The last time Ma watched T two years ago, he snuck out of the house while Ma went to the bathroom and it caused a panic.

Given Ma’s health these days, respite support from her is no longer an option.

The hubby and I are thankful we have each other.

We value the time the three of us spend together but we also value our divide and conquer approach to give each other alone time to rest.

I consider myself a high energy person, but raising children like T is so incredibly exhausting mentally, physically and emotionally.

I can’t emphasize enough how hard it is – at the risk of sounding like I’m whining. It is so hard!

So I am a huge advocate for self care and respite – because they allow you to be a better parent.

Taking regular time off is my number one respite strategy.

I’m very fortunate that my employer values work life balance and I schedule a week off per quarter to recharge, often time by myself.

This past week, I’ve spent most of it lying down, like a vegetable. I spent most of Tuesday in bed.

You know you’re exhausted when you’re looking at popcorn on your carpet the entire week and trying to will yourself to pick it up but it’s almost the weekend and the popcorn is still there.

But I was also productive in a self care way!

I went for walks to enjoy the sun and almost Spring weather, exploring nearby trails I’ve never explored before, like the Electric Corridor.

An empty field of electrical towers is certainly one way to… wait for it… recharge!

Walking by water, even a small pond, always cheers me up.

I surprised the hubby with a mid-week sushi lunch. We’ve rarely had sushi during the pandemic and it was such a treat!

I also made updates to my blog. I’ve been wanting to redesign the home page and to add a navigation menu and Resources page for a while and finally found time this week!

I listened to a lot of cheerful music, revisiting the boundary-pushing pop of UK band, Girls Aloud. How I wish they’d get back together. The world of pop misses them!

On this beautiful Friday, I went for a late morning walk to explore the Moccasin Park Trail after I Googled hiking trails near me.

What drew me to the trail was this Rainbow-painted tunnel.

I’ve driven by it for nearly 30 years, always wondering about it, and today, I finally got to see it in person and walked underneath it.

I love that our City encourages and promotes public community art.

It was a rejuvenating walk.

It’s surreal to think this is steps away from our City’s busiest highway.

It almost felt like a rural oasis and I love and appreciate our City’s intricate ravine system.

I could only imagine how beautiful this trail is during the fall and I pledged to bring the hubby and T next time to enjoy the fall colours.

The most responsible thing I did all week, other than make sure T was fed, was to take Ma to a rehab appointment and to register her for a COVID vaccine (hooray!).

It felt good to be almost responsibility-free and I’m sad my week off is coming to an end – but ever so thankful for the recharge.

Oh, I still haven’t picked up that popcorn off the carpet. I’m feeling hopeful that it will get done sometime over the next two days!

(Not) Leaving on a Jet Plane

Facebook kindly reminded me that two years ago, we were on a family vacation.

The pandemic put a hold on our family tradition to travel during March Break.

March Break has also been deferred this year until April to help curb COVID cases, so T is in school this week.

Is this not the most adorable leash, I mean, backpack? My mom got it for T.

We’re very grateful to be safe so absolutely no complaints here. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t longing to be somewhere far away from home.

So here’s a short walk down memory lane to March Breaks past with T.

2018 – Caribbean Cruise

The hubby and I used to do more adventurous trips pre-parenthood but with a young and very hyperactive child, we knew to take it easy.

So we went on a cruise – and we all loved it.

It was a very relaxed trip and T loved the waterpark at the top of the ship.

We did one off-ship day trip to a nice beach resort at Turks and Caicos and T got his first Caribbean beach experience.

I will always remember T’s look of wonder as he approached the water with hesitation and then his face transformed into joy once he knew the water was ok.

Formal night.

One of my favourite memories was during a formal night dinner. We had just started to potty train T and I took him to the bathroom.

On the way back, he proudly announced repeatedly to everyone in the dining room that he had used the potty!

T still talks about the trip. While we likely won’t do another cruise for a while – potentially being stuck on an infected ship for weeks doesn’t seem appealing – it’s nice to look back at our memories.

2019 – Mexico

T was very excited about this trip.

So on the day of departure, when I told him at 5 a.m. that it was time to get up, he shot up from bed. Half awake, he bumped right into a wall.

This was an even lazier trip of doing absolutely nothing.

It was T’s first resort experience and he enjoyed lounging by the pool and we let T have all the cold fruity drinks he wanted and didn’t fuss about the sugary consequences afterwards.

One night, in the middle of the night, T woke up and told me that he loved me. I told him I loved him too and two seconds later, he puked his dinner all over me.

I still remember the smell of French fries mixed with vomit. Thankfully, he wasn’t sick – just had a lot of love and indigestion to share!

T very recently asked the hubby and I, “When coronavirus goes away, can we go back to Mexico?”

We all agreed that we will do another family vacation when we are able to safely do so. It gives us something to feel hopeful about.

I would’ve worn a face shield if I had known he was going to vomit French fries all over me!

A Change of Scenery

“You’d think we were going to Disneyland,” I thought after T got super excited when I told him we were visiting a different park last Sunday.

Like everyone, we’re all feeling so restless about these “Which window am I going to look out of today?” days.

So a change of scenery, even if it was just a few steps further down the street was so welcomed.

There was a giant hill that T enjoyed running up and down over and over again.

We stood at the top and enjoyed the setting sun. It was such a nice relaxing end to our weekend.

This Saturday, we ventured out even further and spent a nice afternoon out in nature and sunshine at Darlington Provincial Park.

We could almost feel Spring in the air.

The park was only a 30 minute drive from home but felt like a nice escape from the City.

We enjoyed standing at the windy beach and listening to the calming sound of waves.

T did what T loved to do most; pick up rocks and throw them into the water.

He got lost in the moment at one point and stepped too close into the water. A wave splashed icy cold water into his rain boots. Oops.

We then did a short hike in a trail, which took us to an empty amphitheater.

T played around at the fire pit, pretending to build a fire, while I walked up and down the wooden benches, lost in the moment of the loud waves nearby.

As the sun set, we headed home, stopping by McDonald’s to pick up a Happy Meal for T – while the hubby and I had shawarma takeout.

Today was a very relaxing day and our family really needed this after the last two months.

It made me even more excited for more outdoor fun this summer!

Reading Award

A thoughtful gesture of recognition brought a wonderful moment of confidence for our T.

In addition to his handwriting skills, Team T at school and at home are working hard with him on reading.

Reading with T, especially at bedtime, has been a favourite activity since he was a toddler.

So many wonderful stories read over the years and snuggling together at night while reading with him is one of my favourite parts of my day.

T recently turned 6 and we’re aware that at this age and as he heads into Grade 1 next year, reading is a skill he will need to ramp up.

I sometimes feel that because his JK and SK years have been so disrupted with pandemic virtual schooling, he may be a bit behind with reading.

But there have been many great strategies and tools introduced by his school.

During virtual learning, they provided us with free access to a fantastic online resource called RazKids.

We continue to practice with it on the weekends even though he’s back in school now.

Using this online resource, T can have a story read out loud to him and then he can record himself reading the stories.

Now that he’s back in school, his teacher and Child Youth Worker send home a simple book to practice with him at night. He recently moved up to Level B books – hooray!

His teacher assigns very simple books – much more simple than the books I read to him at night. Books with simple repetition and simple sight words – such as the one pictured below.

I notice with T, he often reads by rote and takes a lot of cues from the pictures. So in one sense, he’s accurately describing the picture but not exactly reading it word for word.

And I know that’s ok, because this is part of the process of learning to read.

And it’s also ok he doesn’t know a lot of sight words yet, as it’s also part of the journey. Although his Child Youth Worker let us know this week he’s making incremental progress.

So I remind myself to be patient, because there was one point when T didn’t know how to talk either and now he’s a chatty little guy.

Recently, there was a special extra item included with his daily book sent home by his teacher: a Reading Award, pictured at the top, that recognized him for Outstanding Reading Ability.

I realize this is more like a “participation award” but the hubby and I were nonetheless delighted.

We excitedly showed T and we read the message on the award word by word, with proud smiles, and told him how awesome he’s been at working hard on his reading.

I wish I could’ve taken a picture of T’s face but then I would’ve have been able to just simply enjoy the moment like I did. How his face slowly relaxed into a proud beaming smile.

It was a short lived but genuinely pure and proud look on his face, and an image and a feeling that I have tattooed into my mind.

Dreaming Of Summer Roadtrips

For our first roadtrip with an 18-months-old T, we naively thought we’d do a 15-hour overnight drive to New Brunswick.

After a day at work, we headed off at 8 pm.

That was how the hubby and I used to roll. We did the long drive to his parents’ cottage overnight, taking turns, drinking lots of Coke.

For the first three hours, it was smooth sailing. T fell asleep. Then at 11, near the Ontario-Quebec border, he woke up screaming.

He cried throughout the night drive through Quebec – my shift – and I thought about driving into a ditch to end the torture. Then when the sun was rising, he passed out for the final 5 hours.

It was painful to live through but it was also a great bonding moment.

Now that T is 6, we’ve since learned to leave during the day for our long drives!

There are so many fun summer roadtrip memories and I’ve been thinking about them as the days get longer and the weather teases us with hints of Spring.

I’ve been dreaming about roadtrips, because there’s only so much of “Which window am I going to look out at today?” that I can take.

The hubby and I are feeling optimistic we’ll get to venture out this summer. But we know it’ll be different again. We’re likely not able to visit his parents again until we’re all vaccinated.

So our plan is to stay within Ontario and we’ve already mapped out an itinerary.

We think local travel will be popular this summer, so we will reserve our accommodations soon – with free cancellation, in case there’s another lockdown.

It felt fun and hopeful to look back at roadtrip memories.

That joyful feeling of anticipation in the days leading up to departure. That moment of logging off work. That excitement of picking T up from daycare and he knows that adventure awaits.

We always start our roadtrips with a family selfie in the car. I love looking back at them, because they capture the raw happiness we all felt.

Summer roadtrips are usually about visiting T’s Grammy and Grandad at their cottage in a small Acadian town in New Brunswick.

T absolutely loves it there because there are vast areas of sandy beach for him to run on.

He loves getting wet and muddy.

Our entire family always sleeps so well at the cottage with the windows open; the cool salt water breeze calms us down.

The summer after our first roadtrip with T, we started to add a second destination on our way to New Brunswick.

In 2017, we did a 3-day detour in beautiful Nova Scotia, taking in the stunning views at Peggy’s Cove…

… and historic Lunenberg, visiting a retired colleague at her century-old home.

In 2018, we did a 3-day detour at Quebec and our wonderful memories included a day hike at stunning Canyon Sainte-Anne…

… and visiting Old Quebec City.

Last summer, we had planned to visit New Hamsphire in the United States on our way to the hubby’s parents, but alas, it was not meant to be because of the pandemic.

But we ended up exploring Northern Ontario for the first time. We were so blown away that we look forward to visiting favourite spots this summer, while venturing into new spots that we missed last year, like Bruce Peninsula.

Reminiscing while planning this summer’s roadtrip has made us all excited. It gives us something to look forward to with optimism.

Making Positive Parenting Work For Our Family

One time, after I responded to T’s tantrum in not-the-most dignified way, the hubby asked, “So how’s that positive parenting going?”

As I chopped vegetables, I told him to leave the kitchen or I was positively going to stab him.

There are countless resources that describe positive parenting in great detail.

I like Kars4Kids’ Parenting’s definition, which describes positive parenting as “focused on developing a strong, deeply committed relationship between parent and child based on communication and mutual respect. Positive Parenting focuses on teaching children not just what but also why. Positive parenting means training children toward self-control.”

The websites describes three components to positive parenting:

  • Rules and consequences are laid out, discussed often, and followed through.
  • Parents focus on helping children internalize discipline, rather than obey orders based on fear of punishment, in order to develop self-discipline.
  • Parents use active listening to understand children’s thoughts. This allows parents to correct misunderstandings or mistaken links of logic.

Two years ago, I took a free three-part positive parenting course offered by Surrey Place.

These courses and resources you can find online provide fantastic advice. But as I always say, theory vs practice are two different things.

When you’re in the heat of the moment, it’s hard to think, “OK, what page of the positive parenting manual are we at now?”

Our recent six-week second round of virtual schooling hell was a great example of how despite best efforts, we’re human and we respond in human ways to very stressful situations.

The hubby and I try to approach positive parenting from a few angles:

Listen and empathize.

When T has one of his moments, I try hard not to respond right away but take a deep breath and ask him what’s going on.

Even when he responds in a grumpy way, “I am mad at you, because you are…,” I consider that a huge win. I can work with that.

Pick and choose your battles.

It’s important to teach kids about self discipline and to follow through on consequences, but these concepts are hard to grasp for kids with T’s prognosis.

So we pick and choose our battles. Some things are just not worth becoming the hill to die on.

Remind him he is loved.

We lose our patience with T quite regularly. But I always try to explain to him why I get impatient or lose my cool. Most importantly, I remind him that even when I get mad, I love him.

We want T to develop a positive inside voice.

I’m always mindful of the expression, “Garbage in, garbage out.”

The hubby and I are aware that if any kid hears enough times they are bad, they will internalize that self concept and develop that negative internal dialogue.

We try very hard – and don’t always succeed – to choose our words carefully in how we respond during the most trying times.

Ask for support.

The hubby and I are blessed that we work very well as a team. I know when to step back and let him take over and vice versa.

We’re very lucky to have amazing supports from school, daycare and community services. We’re not shy to ask for advice – as they are so helpful.

Be kind to yourself.

I’m on private groups for parents with special needs kids. I empathize so much with their touching and often gut-wrenching stories.

I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and think to myself, “I wish I could’ve responded to that situation better.”

And I remind myself to let it go. Tomorrow is a fresh start!

With T back in school, it’s been like night and day how much less stressful things are.

It’s been a sobering reminder that kids are emotional sponges and pick up and respond through their behaviours to the environment.

It was a good reminder that despite how trying it can be sometimes, to stay the course and keep it positive. Because positive begets positive.

And if you slip up, oopsie daisy, move on.

The hubby does the morning school drop off but I did drop off this past Monday, because I had to take Ma to a rehab appointment afterwards.

As we neared the school, I wished T an awesome day at school and I told him I love him very much.

He replied, “I already know that. You love me to the moon, to the universe, and back.”

I smiled. Sometimes, I’m never sure if our hyperactive hard-to-focus T is listening.

So it’s comforting to know this is one positive and genuine message he has internalized.

Rainy Saturdays

A rainy day is nature’s way of telling family to slow down and savour each other’s company.

We’re lucky T usually doesn’t wake up till 8:30 on weekends. But today, he got up before sunrise.

He came into our room with cheerful pep.

“Oh my God, it’s so early. Go back to bed!” I said, not even trying to mask my horror.

“But I’m hungry!” he said.

I sighed. Why did he have to play the “you need to feed me” card?!

The sky was dark. I dropped bread into the toaster and started the kettle for my coffee. It was a double dose of coffee this morning.

T watched Mario and Luigi videos on his tablet while I sipped my coffee, looking out at the rain.

After breakfast, T asked me to play. His favourite game right now is to pretend he’s Mario and I’m Luigi – and to play Floor is Lava in our family room.

He picked up the sofa cushions and threw them randomly on our lava orange 70s carpet.

There really wasn’t much point to this game but T finds great enjoyment in it. He laughed a lot as we circled the family room again and again, stepping on cushions to avoid the lava.

Afterwards, I made popcorn and we enjoyed a movie together, Cars 2.

I admit my favourite parts were whenever an exciting or funny scene came on and T turned to look at my reaction. I pulled him close to me every time and kissed him on his head.

Afterwards, he asked me to play the tickle monster, which consists of me chasing him around the house to tickle him.

The rain eventually stopped and the sun came out. It was a beautiful sunshine.

The temperature rose to 7 degrees which meant the slushy snow started to melt.

T loves stomping on puddles so I asked him if he wanted to go out. There was no resistance.

Splash pants and rubber boots on, we went out.

There were giant puddles everywhere. In one area of the park where two hills sloped down towards each other, a small creek formed.

T stomped and stomped and walked through the puddles with such contentment.

He asked me to join him but I didn’t have proper boots so I watched from a close distance with a feeling of gratitude.

When T was a toddler, I used to dread rainy days, because they meant we could not go out to play.

As he got older, they were a good reminder to slow down. Not every day has to be packed.

Sometimes, the small simple pleasures of a lazy Saturday with our sweet little boy often provide the big moments of our day.

Daddy vs Papa

During a recent nap in our guest room, the hubby came in and flopped himself next to me.

The hubby and I were both exhausted but I told him to go find his own hiding spot before T found me and ended my quiet alone time.

After that moment, I thought with amusement about how wonderfully secure the two of us have become in our relationship with T.

When we started our adoption journey – over a decade ago – we were required to take mandatory PRIDE (Parent Readiness for Information, Development and Education) courses.

These courses prepared potential adoptive parents about issues adopted children face, including grief, trauma and attachment.

First off, we are so blessed that T had a great start to his life.

Yes, he encountered trauma in utero with his birth mother’s alcohol and drug use – actions that’ll have a lasting impact on his life.

But T had a loving stable first year of life with just one foster family – adopted children often go through multiple homes before finding their forever home (and sometimes not!) – who were just incredible.

I was also blessed to take a 30-week adoption leave and spend those key months building a bond with T. How I miss those early days.

I would say that attachment was, for the most part, not a big issue for us but there was certainly a period for me of feeling insecure as a parent.

When T was 2, about a year into living with us, we went through a period where he went back and forth in favouring Daddy (the hubby) over Papa (me).

Not that it was ever a competition, but I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t nice or enjoyable when I was the centre of his attention.

Vice versa, it was never fun when I would try to console him, pick him up, carry him, or play with him and he’d scream loudly, “I want Daddy!”

It was the absolute worst when it was always in public or in the company of family and friends.

I remembered feeling so annoyed whenever my mom would make comments like the hubby seemed like a better parent. Again, Asians have that no filter bluntness!

It is a healthy and normal part of a child’s development to favour one parent or another.

I know, because I read up about it just to not feel bad about myself!

Over time, those insecurities proved to be silly, because there is no doubt now in the hubby and my minds that T loves us and is securely attached to us both.

The nice thing about a child’s love is that it doesn’t have to be the same with each parent.

I often think how wonderful it is that he has and will continue to develop unique relationships with the hubby and I.

The hubby is who he likes to build things with and goes to fix his things, who he rough houses with, who he specifically likes to push him on swings, who he enjoys candies and sweets with.

I am the go-to for help with school work, to read books with before bedtime, who takes him to the pool, and pretend play in forts with as his imaginary Paw Patrol friend Everest.

The best parts are the favourite activities we enjoy as a family – like playing chase, the four hand tickles, walks around the neighbourhood, nature hikes, summer road trips and Taco Bell nights.

Fast forward a few years, we now appreciate our own time and space more than ever, especially during these pandemic days.

We desperately crave those early days when T would tell us he wants the other parent… for like the next week! The irony!

And sure enough that day in the guest room, T found both the hubby and I in my preferred hiding spot.

He climbed up on the bed and plopped himself right in between us.

Soon enough, T found himself laughing and cackling in the middle of the four hand tickles.

F*ck Carrots!

So our kindergartener is done with carrots and said as much during lunch at school!

T had a great first week back at school and we hope the momentum continues.

But on his first day back, we got a note in his daily log that he dropped the F-bomb after he opened his lunch and got frustrated we packed carrots after he said he didn’t want them anymore.

His child and youth worker heard the incident and put him in timeout for five minutes.

The hubby’s eyes widened when he read the log and told me about it as I chopped vegetables.

“He must really not like carrots,” I said and wondered if I should pack a bar of soap with his lunch the next day.

The F-word was the bane of our existence last year. He picked it up from a kid in his class and although he didn’t know what it meant, he knew it got a reaction out of people when he said it.

Our behaviour therapist advised the best response is planned ignoring. Thankfully, we haven’t heard the word again since last Spring nor have we heard it again this week!

To be safe, it was cool cucumbers for lunch for the rest of the week!

And I’ll probably wait a bit before I introduce Brussel sprouts. Who knows what kind of a verbal reaction that’ll get out of him!

Our T is a very picky eater.

I miss the days when he’d eat something like this!

I know it’s not uncommon for kids to be picky eaters, special needs or not.

In T’s case – and for other kids with similar prognosis – I wonder if it is a taste, smell, and/or texture issue. I’m not sure!

I miss the early toddler days when we could just shove anything in his mouth.

These days, all he will eat is toast. He’ll gladly eat plain toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Sometimes, he’ll tolerate butter and if he’s adventurous, he’ll have jam. No peanut butter or deli meat though!

He’ll eat instant noodle ramen without the broth or spaghetti without sauce.

Don’t even try meat. There was a time when I could pulverize ground beef into pasta sauce until it’s unnoticeable, but those days are behind us.

There was a time when he loved to eat cheese and yogurt and that’s where he got his main source of protein. Thankfully, he still drinks milk.

He loves fruit – all kinds of fruits, so he gets his main source of vitamins from fruit as well as his daily multivitamin supplement.

The only vegetables he’ll eat are carrots (not anymore), cucumber and corn on the cob.

So the hubby and I resort to giving him a bottle of Pediasure – or vanilla milk as T calls it – once after breakfast and once after dinner, so he gets the key nutrients each day. Boy, do we ever feel judged when we tell people about this!

T has very slowly become a bit more willing to try meat. He went through a recent phase of wanting protein-rich eggs every day, but he’s over them.

He loves his McDonald’s nuggets and chicken tacos from Taco Bell. We try not to do fast food too much but we also recognize it means he’ll eat “meat” and something other than toast.

As the hubby points out, there’s lettuce and tomato in a taco. So there you go – judge away!

I long for the day when T can have an adventurous love of food like the hubby and I.

It’ll be fun to share our love of food with T one day – not to mention, it’ll be nice to not have to prepare two different meals!

The hubby and I like to explore all kinds of cuisine and we are lucky to live in a part of the city that is very diverse in cuisine and the prices are cheap compared to the downtown core.

During the current lockdown, we look forward to every Saturday night being a night to get takeout and try a different restaurant.

It’s a nice break from having to cook and to eat our own cooking.

It’s also a nice way to support local businesses during these challenging times.

Some highlights from the last few weeks included Caribbean…

Jerk chicken with fried plantains. Don’t tell T about that f*cking carrot!

… Indian…

Butter chicken roti.

… And last night, we tried Malaysian.

Curry Laksa.

I’ve also been cooking a lot to pass the time and as a wellbeing and therapeutic exercise.

I recently made a Hong Kong style Tomato Beef on the Instant Pot that was a hit with the hubby.

Every time we have these meals, we always ask T if he’d like to try some.

He’d always respond right away with “No thanks!”

I’ll take that over an F-bomb any day!

Handwriting Without Tears

If there was an award for false advertising, I’d give it to this web app that claims to teach kids how to write with pure ease.

Handwriting Without Tears was one of the tools that was part of T’s junior kindergarten virtual schooling last Spring.

Cute lessons and activities allowed kids to practice handwriting by tracing letters and numbers on a touchscreen.

As we joked with T’s teacher last year, the daily activities were anything but without tears.

T always lifted his finger off the screen before the app signaled the letter or number was traced. So it did not recognize T as having completed the task. Then asked him to repeat it again.

Cue the ocean of tears and deep valley of sorrow.

It got to the point where I refused to do the daily exercises with T and told the hubby he had to do them or one of us was going to end up dead.

Like many kids with similar prognosis, T’s fine motor skills are a work in progress.

He never showed much interest, focus or care to write or draw.

We know it’s an important skill to develop as he heads into Grade 1 next year, so we made it a goal to work on it this school year.

His Child and Youth Worker provided great tips and resources, which we’ve applied.

We practice writing and drawing with a crayon or marker, because they are thicker than a pencil and so they’re easier for him to grip.

I sometimes write out words in pencil or pen and have him trace over them.

The hubby got him this fantastic Fisher Price handwriting toy for Christmas which we practice with on weekends.

His amazing Child and Youth Worker bought him this handwriting book, with laminated pages that T can practice repeatedly with using dry erase markers. We similarly practice with this.

We also got him sheets of paper with guided lines so T can get support around writing upper and lower case letters to proportion.

Most importantly, we try to have fun and give him time to have freeform drawing – with zero expectations, zero pressure and zero tears.

He really enjoyed the weekly art classes during the recent six weeks of virtual schooling!

We got a nice message from the school this week!

So T is back in school this week – and I could not have shoved him out the front door any faster on Tuesday morning!

Jokes aside, the first three days have been good so far. Fingers crossed we end the week off on a high note tomorrow!

On Wednesday, I heard my phone ping repeatedly with message notifications from T’s child and youth worker while I was on a work call.

I felt a bit anxious, because why would she be messaging me during the day.

Thankfully, it was good news!

She was excited to share that T did a great job on practicing drawing and writing on his whiteboard.

She wanted to share the news with the hubby and I because it was some of the best drawing they’ve seen from him, he was focused and they noticed an improvement in his work.

And this just truly made our day. I paused everything I was doing with work and went downstairs to share the news with the hubby.

It was handwriting tear-worthy moment but this time, they were near tears of joy.

His handwriting and drawing skills still need lots of work but it was a nice boost to our morale that T seems to be headed in the right direction.

What Our Explosive Child Teaches Us About Love

After breakfast, I handed T a heart-shaped box of Smarties and asked him to be my Valentine.

To me, Valentine’s is about celebrating love in all its forms, including love between family.

How fitting then that this year’s Valentine’s is sharing a double billing with Family Day long weekend in Canada.

This weekend has so far provided the hubby, T and I with much needed relaxation and quality family time together.

We all felt a huge weight lift off our chest now that T can go back to school on Tuesday.

While the last few weeks have been filled with so many positive moments, there were also many explosive stressful moments.

Raising explosive children like T is hard but ultimately rewarding.

One of my favourite verses in the Bible is 1 Corinthians 4:13 which states that “Love is patient, love is kind… it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs… It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

It’s the belief that love is unconditional.

In T’s trying moments, I can tell you I ain’t reciting feel good Bible verses. Rather, I’m praying for restraint not to strangle him. I’m calling to heaven to exorcise my hell spawn.

The thing with T that I want everyone to know is that his great moments far outnumber his explosive moments. He is such a bright, funny, caring, gentle, sweet boy and he tries so so hard.

I’m always mindful to point this out, because I don’t want people to form a certain impression.

But the thing with impressions is that people remember the explosive moments.

It takes a real special person to see beyond the explosive moments.

In our journey with T so far, we’ve been blessed with these special people. So it hasn’t been all bad!

Remember, it’s Brain Not Behaviour.

A Valentine’s bear he drew during art class this week.

One virtual schooling moment I can now laugh at was during virtual gym class.

T’s teacher was teaching the class about mindfulness to help calm their inner “Angry Beast.”

T was off camera having a full-on meltdown. He was screaming, pushing chairs down to the ground and yelling at us to shut up because we kept encouraging him to participate.

I looked at the hubby and joked that we should go on camera and turn on our mics so the class could see T getting an A+ for his angry beast.

Our T has a prognosis of at risk fetal alcohol spectrum disorder.

FASD is a spectrum so every individual is affected differently. But there are commonalities.

For T, it manifests in hyperactivity, difficulty in focusing, challenges with regulating his emotions and extreme impulsivity.

In the past few months, T has started to have explosive moments of rage.

A little thing can set him off and he’d go from 0 to 60 in seconds, often times screaming loudly and storming off into his room. Doors are slammed, followed by intense bursts of screaming.

He is often able to calm himself quickly but just like a real explosion often only takes seconds, T’s moments leave behind emotional debris.

For an already stressed out family dealing with the challenges of virtual schooling, working from home and lockdown measures in a pandemic, T’s moments throw our day off track.

I do not always react in a calm or measured way. I’m trying to do better but we’re all human.

One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned – and one that I am still trying to internalize – is that it is brain not behaviour.

Because of the effect of prenatal alcohol exposure to T’s brain, there are certain things that will be lifelong challenges for him.

When he has a meltdown, I remind myself that he is feeling overwhelmed and he does not have the executive functioning to calm himself down.

Similarly, when he is having an explosive moment, I remind myself to not douse the moment with gasoline by trying to lecture him. I ride it out, because they are often short lived. Then I try talk to him.

Kids like T are not intentionally explosive. They are triggered by something and they are not wired to deal with it in the same way a neurotypical child is able to.

It is every bit as challenging and hard to deal with as you are imagining!

But we are working on it. We are thankful to have an amazing team supporting T and our family.

It is not going to be easy. I envision harder days ahead. I am prepared to meet people who will make life hell for T simply because they do not understand his condition.

As always, we are taking it one day at a time.

I love our T for who he is.

T is the complete opposite of who I was as a child.

He was probably the kind of kid I would never have hung around or would’ve been irritated by.

But I love him for who he is, even though he can be irritating as hell at times.

And that, I think, is what he teaches me every day about love: to embrace the imperfections and to always persevere and to hope.

We all got into the Valentine’s spirit.

After I gave T his Valentine’s gift, we went out for a morning walk.

The sun was shining so beautifully and felt so rejuvenating and he sled in the park.

When we got home, the hubby was up and shoveling the driveway.

“Happy Valentine’s, Daddy!” He shouted and ran down the sidewalk to him. The hubby scooped him up and gave him a big hug.

When we got inside, I gave T a heart-shaped box of chocolates to give to the hubby.

Then the hubby gave T a Valentine’s card the two of made together at class to give to me.

Then I asked T to give the hubby the card we made together earlier in the week.

I love how his hearts have smiley faces, arms and legs! And lately, he’s been adding very pronounced eyebrows to all his faces!

We relaxed at home all day and then went for a family walk together in the afternoon. I couldn’t get enough of the sunshine.

It was also Chinese New Year, which my family celebrates, so I picked up takeout for dinner.

February 15 also happens to be the anniversary of when our adoption was finalized in court.

I always believe the universe sends us reminders to hang in there when we need it most.

What a great reminder then, during a particularly trying past two months, of family and love for T’s adoption anniversary to fall exactly on Family Day, following a rest-filled Valentine’s Day.