Monday, February 4, 2013
As I wrote last week, my son had a Safe Month at school in January. But he still had to be safe for one more day to earn a special incentive for staying safe 25 consecutive school days: a trip to our local area Legoland. My wife and I held our breath all day Friday. And when Kai came home in the taxi, my wife went out to greet him. She opened the door of the cab and saw Kai crying profusely. Oh no! He must not have made it. He wasn’t safe. And there went the Legoland reward. Except that wasn’t why he was upset. He had been safe at school. But he was mad that the driver had dropped off another boy first. And such is the life with a boy who gets upset over the seemingly smallest things. My wife explained to Kai that Jacob deserved a turn to get dropped off first. But she also understood that this new taxi driver changed things up without the staff at school being able to prepare Kai ahead of time. Sigh. My wife made a mental note to talk to Kai’s therapist this morning. We hit another bump in the road early the next morning. Snow plows were clearing our street for the first time this season. Kai heard the noise, and woke us up. He was scared. I explained that it was just the trucks plowing the snow and he had nothing to be scared of. But he was scared anyway and could not sleep. We have been working with Kai to get him to stay in his bed and not wake us in the middle of the night. He had accumulated a number of points and was on the verge of earning a desired toy. I told him that he would have to wait (at least) one more night to get his reward. I can already hear some of you quietly expressing that I should have given it to him anyway. But if I made an exception for snow plows, the next time it would be for garbage trucks or a honking horn or whatever. I wanted to hold the line. Kai was not happy about that. “I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW!” It’s only one more night. “WHAT IF THE SNOW PLOWS GO BY AGAIN?” There is nothing to be scared of. Stay in bed. “I’LL SLEEP THIS AFTERNOON INSTEAD!” Well, then we won’t be able to go to Legoland. “I DON’T WANT TO GO TO LEGOLAND!” This went on for quite some time. But eventually I got him calmed down by the prospect of earning a Trashie for doing exercise.