I'm a 25 yr old SAHM of three children under seven.
My eldest child (six) has sensory issues which causes some pretty substantial behavioural problems. He's been to two psychologists and a paediatrician, between which we have discovered he has ADHD and Sensory Processing disorder (Which puts him on the spectrum of Autism). He gets time with a guidance counsellor and a few aid programs at his school/out of school, which really takes a load off my shoulders and helps him to keep on track the best he can with both his self control and keeping up with schoolwork. (This is sometimes really hard! So all the help is amazing, phew!)
His IQ needs to be tested, but every psych, doc and head of each program he's been to have said the same thing. "This boy is above and beyond!" When he concentrates (which is a difficult task for him), he can zoom through a few pages of math problems in lightning speed , read at a high school level and formulate intricate stories with twists and turns, grabbing an audiences attention, reeling them in for an exciting rise of drama, then letting them down perfectly with a satisfying conclusion.
It is impossible to get anything past him! He clues on so fast to any changes. I can never try to sneak in a chocolate with the pantry door open, blocking the view from the lounge room, because the moment he hears a crinkle (despite my best efforts to be careful and silent), or even sees that I've headed towards the kitchen, sure enough a little pair of eyes, a button nose and a small grin appear over the baby gate with the inevitable and pressing question, "What's that, Mum?"
Trying to have private, adult conversations with him around can be tricky, too.Particularly when you'd rather him be blissfully ignorant to the topic. There is no code or subtlety that can get around my little boy. If you say it, whichever way you say it, he knows. He could mention it again at any time, in pure innocence, of course. Like in front of the relative for instance, when you'd been discussing with a friend over the phone, using code names, that she'd been rude to you at a family gathering.
"*Insert relative here* Mum said to so and so you were being rude. You should tell my mum you're sorry."
Yeah. It gets awkward.
He is passionate about his brother and animals, with a level of empathy and paternal instinct beyond his years. He guides his little brother (three y/o) to meet his new friends at the park, to pat a passing puppy, and to look at a nearby flower in full bloom. He always assures both his brother's safety and happiness, with a cuddle for a tear stained face and a game for a restless rainy day indoors.
One day, not that long ago, he accidentally stepped on a cricket on his way into the house. I noticed after a while that he had grown silent, and went to investigate. Sitting quietly in a dining room chair facing the wall, with his head in his hands making soft whimpering sounds was my little cherub. When I asked him what was wrong, he looked up at me, with angst on his face and deep concern in his eyes. He began breathing fast and heavy, then managed, only just, to blurt out the words, "I think I killed a cricket!!" Before bursting into loud, horrified crying.
I sat by his side and put his hand in mine. I said "Ok, ohhh it's ok." While he buried his head into me and cried his poor little heart out.
"You know what?" I said
"What?" He replied, looking up to me in desperation.
"I bet you didn't really kill it. I'm sure Mr Cricket knows it was just an accident, and maybe he's just having a rest for a bit before he feels better, so he can go home to his family without worrying them with his sores!"
"Oh, maybe." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes and clinging to the hope my sentence had given him. He took me outside and pointed to the now motionless cricket. We agreed that if the it was gone later on, then it must've been OK and had gone home to his family.
Later that night, I scooped up the cricket, and hid it in the garden, then the next morning I showed my boy with a happy grin that the cricket had indeed gone home. The relief in his face was everything I'd hoped it would be. I couldn't be prouder of my gorgeous little man. The boy with a heart of gold.
I have two more boys, and will post again with my second sons story soon. I'd love to hear any sweet, heartwarming things your little ones have done, too!