Frances has resumed piano lessons after a year’s break. Our teacher is so close to our home which makes it much easier for me when Pink Cup Dad is working.
I was explaining to 12yo Frances that, even though I’d once been in a cycling accident, I hadn’t ended up in hospital with broken bones.
She said, “See? You’re decently smart.”
Ok, but I…It’s just…I don’t know why she thought that might be an issue for me? 🤷♀️ 😂
I’ve heard other parents of children with ASD say the same thing: their child catches every cold going around. The same is true of Frances.
I grimace when she mentions that a student at school is sick because, invariably, I know that Frances will be sick very shortly thereafter.
So, last week, my dear 12yo started coughing, had a sore throat, and was quite warm to the touch. She ended up missing a couple of days of school.
This didn’t sit well with her Grade 7 teacher — at all. She let me know that her class moves quickly, and that Frances would have a hard time getting caught up, that she couldn’t stop or slow down for Frances, etc.
So, I asked if I could help with the writing classwork; the teacher didn’t give me an outline, so I couldn’t help.
I asked about math — apparently, Frances couldn’t move on because she hadn’t done the previous lesson correctly.
I’m sure you know me by now, and you will not be surprised to learn that I ORDERED the damn math textbook on Amazon, and it arrived the following morning.
Anyway, the lesson that Frances had done incorrectly? Well, it quickly was evident that she knew how to verify equations perfectly well.
So why the drama? It isn’t necessary to make a child think that she could fail her grade simply because she took two sick days.
I hope that this isn’t a sign of things to come. 🙄
The funniest part of all this is that, during my eagerness to ensure that Frances was up to speed, she said, “You seem like the kind of person who enjoys doing math…”
(She LOVES math, so it wasn’t an insult.)
I can assure you that nobody has ever said that about me before now… 😂
~Student. I’m 12
~Anything that makes me enough money to run a Friesian and Lippizaner care centre attached to a vet’s office where my friends can come and ride my horses for free. Not Mummy
~Mint chocolate chip
~Black, lime green, white, and gold
~My birthday, duh
~Yes, whatever doesn’t burn the house down
~I’ve been shown how to drive a tractor
~Yes, of course!
~Yes, I think that’s kind of obvious
~Black Raybans. (Can I wear Gucci?)
~Chanel No. 5
~Smile by R. Telgemeier
~English and Western horseback riding
~Pink Cup Cat, Pink Cup Dog, Pink Cup Pony
~East Side Mario’s
#asd #aspergers #autism
Just in case you’re wondering what the Pink Cup Family does on a Saturday afternoon (after returning from the barn), I provide you the following glimpse.
Apparently, we just laze about in the living room discussing things that have little or no relevance to what any of us is actually doing, and Frances’s wit simply thrives in that kind of environment.
For example, though I don’t know how we arrived at this topic, there was this exchange between Pink Cup Sister (16) and myself.
Me: Many people who deal drugs don’t actually do drugs themselves…They’re in it to make money; they know if they get hooked, they won’t make money.
Pink Cup Sister: Are you saying drug dealers are smart?!
Frances: We’re saying they’re a •cut• above. (She is smiling, looking down at her iPad, probably waiting for us to catch up.)
This made me laugh aloud, but how would she know anything about the language of recreational drug use or the hierarchical structure of that kind of activity? She’s twelve! (Well, she does watch reality police and medical shows at night before bedtime.)
I do, oftentimes, catch Frances covering her mouth while silently giggling and walking away; it’s usually because she has detected something that a kid her age wouldn’t normally catch.
It’s a new behaviour this year, and I’m loving it.
I’m not saying that Frances doesn’t have her moments, but this kid is just all kinds of wonderful.
#asd #aspergers #autism
Not only has Frances been nonstop energy 18+ hours per day since she was 13 months old, she has always sought or invented alternative methods of transportation.
At the age of three, she began asking for a “motorised vehicle,” but we’ve always thought that she moved around enough without the assistance of a motor. The last thing we needed was a way for her to move around more or faster! 😂
At any rate, using her imagination has resulted in great things.
In the photo, she is eight years old.
What I love about this photo is not only does it show her cleverness, it proves that “toys” are what the child makes of them. Frances hasn’t played in a typical way nor has she usually used toys in the way that the manufacturer intended; however, she has always found ways to occupy herself and to learn and to have fun.
Every summer, we have the opportunity to have a support worker, through a local non-profit organization, take Frances out into the community for fun activities and maybe to socialize.
It is, of course, considered respite for the family, and we’ve never told Frances. I really do think of it as a great opportunity for her to do the things for which I seem to lack energy these days.
At any rate, Frances met her worker, Aida, today. All week, my 12-year-old daughter has been referring to her as “the woman you pay to take me off your hands for a few hours every week.” 🤦♀️
I’ve actually had to ask her to stop saying that in public! She is expressing her dry sense of humour by highlighting what she thinks is the bottom line that nobody talks about.
And all morning, I kept my fingers crossed that Frances wouldn’t say that to Aida during their outing.
(Mental note: Ask Frances not to say that to Aida.)
I’ve attempted many blog posts, but something is happening: Frances is growing up and writing about her can be an invasion of privacy.
So, while I find the line between my story and her story, posting will be somewhat sporadic.
In the meantime, she’s still as funny as ever.
We had been watching a YouTube video in which a conversation regarding the limits of our knowledge had suddenly turned rather philosophical.
Frances: That guy confuses me
Me: It means we don’t know what we don’t know… Like, we don’t know that God doesn’t exist, right?
Her: Now you’ve got me thinking. Jesus…