Does your child understand the passing of time?
What it means to meet a deadline?
I am not so sure John does truly understand time,
but he sure is motivated when I say, “I hope we don’t miss the bus!”
So we are working on comprehending time in several ways.
Same story for 7 or any other number. Real clock minutes.
We also compare phone or clock time (both analog and digital) to the computer clock time.
(Look in the bottom right corner of the computer screen—-kids see it constantly.)
In the morning, we set an alarm for “time-to-stop-breakfast-and-get-ready-to-go”.
Another concept to master: how about time to listen v. keep talking?
So, when it is appropriate, I say, “My turn!”, and make John be silent.
Sometimes, I take my sweet time before I use my turn.
Everything is about creating self-control.
He likes to say, “I have an announcement!”, but not always at appropriate times.
Like if we are trying to get out the door on time, and his need to proclaim is more a stim than a real-time shared communication.
I tell him we get our work done first, then announcements.
Something to engage in as we walk to the bus, or drive away in the car onto the next adventure.
There is another thing John stalls on: eating his breakfast and taking his vitamins.
Granted, there are a lot of vitamins to swallow, and some taste icky (my opinion).
Any of you doing bio-med nutritional (methylation) interventions know about this.
Nonetheless, John’s methylation is working.
His immune system is a huge battlefield, and we are absolutely going in the right direction.
This morning, on our walk to the bus stop, he got to finish something he hadn’t started yet.
This morning was all about lollygagging (including his too-loud-voice), testing Mom’s boundaries.
I have learned to remove the audience whenever possible.
So, the breakfast-is-over alarm went off, and we walked out the door to the bus stop.
Yes, I am carrying breakfast and vitamins and a cup.
And, yes, he gets to chew and swallow as we walk.
And he is always proud of himself when it’s over.
I really try not to nag—-to say instead, “be proud of yourself”.
And he is.
I hope this helps in your house.
Peace be with us,