When I was a kid, there was one thing that distinguished the haves from the have-nots.
A box of 64 Crayola Crayons…
So begins this week’s column in the Patch, where I reminisce about the significance of crayon boxes in my youth, and tell about how Kai’s latest obsession is affecting us.
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Oh I was the same with the crayons! I think we did eventually get the 64 pack but only after years of crayon envy. lol. I remember thinking it was so cool that the box had a sharpener on the back. My favorite thing was to look at the names of the colors. Mignight Blue, Magenta, being two of my very favorites. :) By the time my younger sister came along, they had scented ones.
ReplyDeleteGood for Kai being able to control those tics. That is amazing, really. I'm glad you've hit upon a wonderful incentive for him. There is an older man that comes to the auctions when I work. He has a throat-clearing tic. I can see how that would get on your nerves...and the snorting, too.
Any luck with the melatonin?
Betsy,
DeleteAs a budding young artist, I'm sure you made good use of all the different colors. And now days, with so many colors, they must have someone very creative assigning the names.
Yes, it's nice that Kai can control his tics. I wish it would become a habit so that when he has earned all the crayons, he still would have it under control, but I'm not holding my breath on that.
No luck with the melatonin. I think the warmer weather is effecting his sleep negatively.
What I had done to control my tics when I was young was to shift the compulsion to a socially acceptable one. I squeezed a ball of paper I carried around (no squeeze balls around then). I had many verbal and physical tics. I had combined them into tension release through my hands via the ball of paper. Just an idea to have Kai try. When I started training my body through exercise...all of my tics abated.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the idea. We will see if we can do something like that with Kai.
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