Clever lives in my home.
It does and if I didn’t always know this before, I am coming to understand lately just how immense the levels of clever really are that surround me. What I learned today, with one apology letter, is that clever and resourcefulness walk hand in hand with autism.
As I told you several weeks back our family has,despite all kicking and screaming, gone “electronics free” this summer. Sounds simple but it has been a bit more eye opening than I’d expected when I first reclaimed the electronics in my house and decided to ask my teens to reinstate their social skills and actually interact with people once again. Once upon a time, when kiddos were younger and mom declared our lives electronics free, GREAT things happened. Kids played, kids built, kids explored. It was beautiful. Not so much this time as, sadly, teenagers are different creatures. Electronics-free-lives are NOT easy to live and teenagers without electronics are a whole other level of parenting. I truly believe that a “free-and-unrestricted-use-of-electronics” parenting policy is the easy way out. I now FULLY understand why no one EVER declares their teens lives electronics free. It’s NOT pretty, my friends.
When I fixed my tea and headed out to sit on my patio swing this morning, playing I-Spy was the farthest thing from my mind. It’s not something we do anymore. My children are teens and one tween and they no longer indulge mom’s remember-when kid-kind-of-games. So, sitting on my swing, I found myself reluctantly engaged in an unexpected game of Solitaire-I-Spy. Yeah. I was playing I-Spy alone.
Innocently swinging with my chai tea, I was watching my boy scootering by at a distance beyond the pool and this was supposed to be the zen part of my day. Reluctantly, the I-Spyer in me spied what appeared to be a rectangular shaped bulge in the right front pocket of his hand-me-down Volcoms. Please remember all rectangular metal devices have been confiscated by the mom and are bagged up and in the top of MY closet…or so I thought. Apparently, with the level of clever that surrounds me, I should have bought a lockable safe.
Discovering I had not chosen my hiding place well at all went something like this:
(I refrained from any “I spy with my little eye” verbiage because the boy is now 14 and that would only irritate the moment even more)
- Mom: Buddy, is there something in your front pocket?
- Spectrum kiddo: No there isn’t.
- Mom: Buddy. I can see from here there IS something in your pocket. Let’s think about this before we start digging our hole deeper with a lie. Is there a Nintendo in your pocket?
- Spectrum kiddo: No, Mom.
- Mom: Buddy. You need to empty that pocket. Please tell me you didn’t take your Nintendo out of my room.
- Spectrum kiddo: Well how is it stealing anyway when it already belongs to ME?
He then pulls the Nintendo out of his pocket.
Wonder Souls, never doubt that electronics are an addiction.
All of this is simply back story for this apology letter my boy was asked to write. Let me say in his defense, his writing suffers when he is angry and he was angry that he had to write. And, in my own defense, as many of you know, I’m not a drinker but I AM a baker and I make an excellent bread pudding with rum sauce but that bottle has been in that top cabinet for four years. Let me also say, the spectrum kiddo is apparently quite skilled at getting the last word in AND changing the subject.
Skill level= MASTER.
I personally blame Martha:
Lessons learned this week in my home: Clever lives in my home, electronics ARE an addiction, and I apparently hide the rum about as well as I hide the electronics.
Sparkle On, my friends.!