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bloodsong1So! Saturday IDK had a skating party he was invited to. From the kid who had been bullying him since he started at MacArthur. I confirmed the bullying had stopped, for the most part, and agreed he could go. He was very excited to learn how to roller skate. I haven't skated in about 15 years, but I figured it would be a good mom-son bonding experience.
By the time he and I are on the rink, he's clinging to the wall and begging to go back. Me, being the "We're bonding, damnit!" mother that I am, insist we take a full circuit. I finally manage to peel him off the wall and get his feet moving. My legs are aching to just GO, but not with a 50 pound limpet clinging to my arm and tumbling every five feet. Thankfully, I did not fall, although there was a few moments in the black-light section on the far side where I had a weird experience where I wasn't sure which way was up. Finally remembered to look AHEAD, not DOWN at the flashing, funky lights and we got moving again. Right about here is where IDK gets the hang of it and announces "It's not so bad!"
We get back to the gate we started at to go eat and he announces he's done. I inform him I won't get skates for him again and he says fine.
So we stay off the rink for the rest of the party. There were video games scattered throughout, including right in the middle of the rink, so we gravitated between them and the snack area. I chatted with the host mother and one of her friends while letting IDK screw around with the games. I see him put his glasses back on at one point, find out later one of the skaters had tripped over him and responded with a slap. *sigh*
Laser tag went well, for his first time. He was 8 out of 11. Managed to score about 15 hits to being hit 51 times. By this time I've got a headache and am rather annoyed with the entire experience. Hip hop music I don't know, getting dizzy just watching the skaters and all those bloody flashing lights, plus being reminding of skating parties in high school, how I used to be ok at this sport, but never managed to learn the cross-over method for turns or skating backwards and really, there's no connection here with anyone. Wolf and Cuteness showed up, so we pack it in, thank everyone and head out the door. I meet Patrick's mother, a counselor at MacArthur, and try again to get some info on testing for dyslexia. It's my own fault for not following up and nagging these people. I guess I've never been fond of approaching teachers for assistance and still feel like I'm the child, not an adult and parent. I forgot to mention the slapping incident and decided to let it go for now.
We took IDK to Aunt Lou's house for his promised sleepover and braved the roads home. By then it was actually getting dicey, never mind it had been snowing for five hours straight.
I'm waiting for the call to come fetch IDK and really, really need to clean up my kitchen. My stove is disgusting.
By the time he and I are on the rink, he's clinging to the wall and begging to go back. Me, being the "We're bonding, damnit!" mother that I am, insist we take a full circuit. I finally manage to peel him off the wall and get his feet moving. My legs are aching to just GO, but not with a 50 pound limpet clinging to my arm and tumbling every five feet. Thankfully, I did not fall, although there was a few moments in the black-light section on the far side where I had a weird experience where I wasn't sure which way was up. Finally remembered to look AHEAD, not DOWN at the flashing, funky lights and we got moving again. Right about here is where IDK gets the hang of it and announces "It's not so bad!"
We get back to the gate we started at to go eat and he announces he's done. I inform him I won't get skates for him again and he says fine.
So we stay off the rink for the rest of the party. There were video games scattered throughout, including right in the middle of the rink, so we gravitated between them and the snack area. I chatted with the host mother and one of her friends while letting IDK screw around with the games. I see him put his glasses back on at one point, find out later one of the skaters had tripped over him and responded with a slap. *sigh*
Laser tag went well, for his first time. He was 8 out of 11. Managed to score about 15 hits to being hit 51 times. By this time I've got a headache and am rather annoyed with the entire experience. Hip hop music I don't know, getting dizzy just watching the skaters and all those bloody flashing lights, plus being reminding of skating parties in high school, how I used to be ok at this sport, but never managed to learn the cross-over method for turns or skating backwards and really, there's no connection here with anyone. Wolf and Cuteness showed up, so we pack it in, thank everyone and head out the door. I meet Patrick's mother, a counselor at MacArthur, and try again to get some info on testing for dyslexia. It's my own fault for not following up and nagging these people. I guess I've never been fond of approaching teachers for assistance and still feel like I'm the child, not an adult and parent. I forgot to mention the slapping incident and decided to let it go for now.
We took IDK to Aunt Lou's house for his promised sleepover and braved the roads home. By then it was actually getting dicey, never mind it had been snowing for five hours straight.
I'm waiting for the call to come fetch IDK and really, really need to clean up my kitchen. My stove is disgusting.
