Uh...wow....uh...yeah

I stressed pretty much the whole morning during Compass. I sat and wondered how my son was doing on his new dosage of medication. I got through my presentation (thanks for the compliment, Lisha!) pretty decently. I am a tad on the passionate side about education and knowledge is power and all that rot. I want the ladies who take this class to be able to go home and TELL their husbands how the Navy runs.

Compass was over around 1-ish. I met The Man back at the house and we headed over to The Boy's school because they were having a mini Fall Festival outside on the playground the last hour of school. We both knew that we needed to go because if we didn't? They would probably have to put a teacher on him to follow him around. We just know how he is.

We got to the class and met the teachers who had HUGE grins on their faces. That made me walk slower because what exactly did that mean?

He had a perfect day.

As soon as that medication kicked in, he was focused and calm. He didn't run in class. He was able to sit and converse with friends at the breakfast table.

I sat and watched my child sitting on the carpet beside his teacher. She was passing out the goody bags to the kids so they could line up to go outside. He sat there. Why is this such a big deal? Because HE WAS SITTING THERE. He wasn't antsy. He wasn't hopping on his knees. He wasn't calling the teacher's name over and over and over again. He was sitting there waiting patiently. Quietly.

I wanted to cry. In four and a half years, I have not seen my child this calm and collected.

What a wonderful teacher he has. She was quick to inform us that she had kept an eagle eye on him all day long. She made sure he ate good for breakfast and lunch. She made sure he wasn't getting lethargic or "zombie-ish".

He got a sticker for outside! He never gets one there. He's like this bundle of energy released when he hits the door. At one point, he was sitting on a little platform under the jungle gym. Miss K. immediately went over to ask if he was feeling okay. His reply? "Yes, ma'am. I'm fine. I'm waiting on my friends." Even the other teachers outside noticed.

We enjoyed this festival like never before. He went from game to game at a nice safe pace. He waited in line for his turn and didn't push or holler. He laughed when he did well playing a game.

Wow. Is this how it can be on a regular basis?

We could tell it was starting to wear off around 2:30. But it wasn't a SLAM-the-meds-are-gone kind of wear off. It was a gradual thing and around 7:00 p.m., I could tell it was completely out of his system. Enter the melatonin to make sure he could go to sleep okay and it ended up being a good day. A very good day.

Is this new dosage the answer? I'm thinking it can be part of it. Now, we get to buckle down and help him learn control, balance, articulation, and that he is just plain wonderful.

I am considering some occupational therapy to help him out. He's a physical little guy and I want to know how to help him use his energy for good. Besides, I think Tuesdays are open? That might be the one day of week there's not a standing appointment somewhere. Lord help us when T-ball starts in the Spring!

Don't worry, Miss K. will continue to keep a sharp eye on our boy. She will monitor his eating and everything else she can think of. She's making notes and making sure he's okay. I can't ask for more than that, now can I?

I still want to cry when I sit and remember......he sat there.