Like Mother, Like Son

We all know that CW  is a smaller version of his father. He walks, talks, plays, and even laughs like him. Imagine my (slight) disappointment. I would like my son to have some of my traits too. And as soon as I was beginning to lose hope my son begins to remind me of ME!

In the past week, I have seen the dramatic side of CW. (Anyone who knows me should know that I am dramatic). When he goes to the daycare at the gym, he begins his day by dropping dead. Yes, my son enters the room and falls to the ground. He stays there for a minute or so, then gets up and runs to play Mario (a video game they have at the center). Most importantly, my son showed the "true actor" in him when he cut his bottom toe. This guy put on a show for the masses. He began screaming "I hurt my toe. It hurts so  bad. What am I going to do?". When I began to bandage the cut, he states, "Mommy, this hurts really bad. This is too much pain. I can't bare it. I can't do anything. I'm gonna just sit here and wait for the pain to go away.". (I barely touched it and he began wailing in misery). Throughout the entire process I thought, "This is something I would say and do as a kid.".


Another trait that is similar: LOVE FOR NEEDLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
As a child I loved going to the doctor's office, especially if it meant that I would receive a shot. I loved watching the nurse prepare the needle, finding a suitable vein, entering the needle into the vein, and watching the blood go up into the tube. (I know...I was a weird little kid). CW loves the entire process too. At the allergist on Friday, I thought he would be petrified of the needle, but he wasn't. He just watched the nurse do her job. My son didn't flinch. He didn't even think about crying. I was so proud!!!!!!!!!!

So, yes my son is a mini version of his father, BUT he does have some of my traits AND I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!

 

"I DON'T READ, Ma'am" UPDATE

During the middle of summer school I was highly worried about one of my students who refused to read or write. The only thing he would do was  draw (ALL DAY LONG). Well, summer camp ended August 3rd and I am proud to say that I accomplished what I thought was the impossible.


By the end of the summer, this student was able to write his first name, recognize letters and numbers, and wanted to practice writing his letters and numbers. HE is the bright spot of my summer. After being slapped in the face by a four year old, told to shut up, a few colds, and lack of sleep, at least I can say I accomplished one good thing for one student.


I would like to thank everyone who gave me suggestions and feedback on how to help this student. This being able to accomplish so much in 6 weeks is why I became a teacher in the first place.

First Blog Post:
http://thelifeofateacherandmother.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-dont-read-maam.html

Daddy CAN Curse

This morning CW and I were listening to the radio when one of the DJs said the word "ass". Immediately, CW says, "That's a bad word. You aren't suppose to say bad words. It's bad to curse." I was elated that he knows what to say, but the next few comments were shocking.

Here is the conversation:

Me: Yes, CW! You are not suppose to curse.
CW: It's bad to curse. I am not going to curse, BUT daddy can curse.
Me: Why is it okay for daddy to curse?
CW: Daddy can curse when he wants. He likes to curse. He is the only person who can curse.
Me: Can mommy curse?
CW: No. Only daddy when he wants to. He likes to curse. He's good at it. (Begins to laugh hysterically)


I didn't have a response. I didn't even know what to say. The good side: He knows he shouldn't curse and he will get into trouble if he does. The bad side: He thinks that it is okay for his daddy to curse whenever. (MAYBE IT'S NOT A BAD THING)


This conversation with my son demonstrated how much CW idolizes and respects his father and his actions. I am glad that he has a male role model and wants to be like him. (Even though, CW is already a MINI HIM)