When I really needed my Knitting….

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When I really needed my Knitting….

My knitting saved my sanity!

Monday night was a really rough night.  For me.  For my daughter.

Let me explain.

My beautiful, funny, and brilliant (we have had her tested) daughter has ADHD.  My daughter was diagnosed 3 years ago and we have medication for it that is still being adjusted.  While my DD (dear daughter) was in elementary school with 1 teacher and the classroom, she was doing great.  Had a few bumps but she was sailing along, getting good grades, work being turned in.

DD entered Middle School and it seemed all was well.  There was a plan in place that we just moved over from elementary school.  Her 504 plan worked so well there.  In November, we lost my dad. DD was upset as she really loved her Opa.  I dutifully asked every day how was school, whether she had any homework.  Every Time I got the same answer.  I saw her do her homework and I thought all was good. Then I started getting emails.  Saturday school was scheduled.  I got very involved and it seems she got caught up.  Her failing grades moved back up to B’s.  Lower than I knew she could do but when you turn in work late, you suffer.  We cleaned and organized her book bag.  She got happy again and no more emails.

During Christmas break, we took out all the last semester’s work so she could start clean. I let her do way too much electronics, but it was break so I let that slide.  Then we had a really bad spell of weather and had to do cyber learning days.  First time for that and it did not go well at all.  On all sides.  At least the kids had time afterwards to finish up the work.  Again I asked and she showed me some of the work, she told me she got it done.

It Hits the Fan

My daughter with her GS Bake Off Entry.

Monday night.  I had gotten an email from one of her teachers saying she is missing work and her book bag was unorganized.  I was thinking, how could that be, we just cleaned it out.  There was only maybe 4 or 5 school days since the bad weather, how could it get that bad that quickly.  So I cleaned it out with her, reorganized it and all seemed well.  I wrote back asking about an email sent from the school about the changes to the digital learning and that I had told my daughter to stop working about many many hours of frustration.

I got an email back detailing how much work my daughter was missing in the last 3 weeks and that she was given extra time to finish the digital learning.  Keep in mind that I had asked her if she finished all that was missing from all her classes and I was told yes.  So when I confronted her about it, she got a sheepish look on her face, tears started and no words.  She knew that she had been caught.  She had no excuses, no way to get out of it.  I was lied to.  The red wall fell.

Let me just say I did not handle it well at all.  It was ugly.  I was ugly.  My stomach went into knots, my chest pounded, in my ears I could hear my blood rushing so I knew that if I had my BP taken, I think I would have been put in the hospital.  When I saw my face, red was not the word.  The anger grew and I could not be in the same room.  I had written back to the teacher, thanked her for the information as I was in total ignorance of what was happening.  That was not an excuse, but a fact.

I had included her school counselor and I had already had a meeting set up for Tuesday morning.  We had to change her 504.  Something had to be done.  I went on Facebook and asked for prayers and sent a private message to my sisters in Christ from my church group for help and ideas and prayers.  Those ladies saved my life last night.  And my knitting did too.

How Knitting saved me!

My latest picture of my current knitting project.

You ask how knitting could save me.  So easily.  If you have been reading my past posts, you know I have been knitting a cardigan for myself, so beautiful and I love the soft yarn.  When I start working on it, I feel the stress leave and a calm comes over me.  Those of you that have knit or crocheted for any length of time understand.

The rhythm of the needles, the repetitive movements, they sooth me.  I go to my happy place.  I so needed that place last night.  The clicking of the needles lulled me.  The rhythm slowed my heart and the blood sound in my ears disappeared.  My chest loosened.

About an hour later I was calm enough to go down from my bedroom and get a drink of water, say good night and fall asleep.  Not a peaceful sleep according to my Fitbit app, but I woke up with a new perspective.

I went to school with my husband and talked with the counselor.  She fully understood and we made a plan.  The counselor would talk to the other teachers and we would make a new 504 with a ton of new additions.

Here are the parts that will be set up next week:

The 504 plan would get my daughters work broken down to manageable pieces.  A system would be put in place  where my daughter’s teachers would initial her agenda so that they saw she wrote down her work and homework.  We would initial it showing we saw the agenda.  I will be told what was coming up with regards to her work so if any was missing, we would get my daughter caught up.

What is happening at home

Her father and I are setting up an organizational area so she can mark what needs to be done and check off as needed.  To Do lists will be started so when she gets home after school, she knows what is coming up.  Slowly but surely we will get this beast under control and she will be able to handle school.  She knits too, for the same reasons her mom does.  Calm.  Until Homework tonight and it begins again.  Until we get this handled that she can see the light at the end of the tunnel. My knitting will be my savior.

As Always, Be Blessed!


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