Magazine article National Association of School Psychologists. Communique

Off Task

Magazine article National Association of School Psychologists. Communique

Off Task

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I have some milestones coming up. In a month, FIl no longer be the parent of a teenager, and wow, I started that gig in 1995.

Then sometime in fall of 2011 - Pm debating doing the math to get an exact date - I will reach 100 cumulative years of parenting. That's 29+26+23+20 plus another half-year each from their spring birthdays. And while they were never all teenagers at the same time, I will have four 2O-somethings for just under ayear. Anyway, I'm thinking of giving myself a party: something like a Mega-Mother's Day, emphasis on the champagne.

This makes me realize, too, that while friends all around me are becoming grandparents, not a one of my kids

* is finished with college

* is married

* has a house, or

* has a job

Well They have student employment, but no employment of a sort that permits them to take over their own, say, car insurance or medical benefits. No house in which to unload things Fm storing for them.

Evidence-based information: not done parenting when they move out at 18 ...

Theory of Mind

"Any day that I get to sing the Hallelujah Chorus with a big group of people is a good day." I posted this on Facebook and got more responses than probably ever - even my birthday.

It's a yearly choir festival, and I love it because not only does our own little church choir comport itself fairly admirably, but also because it's become a tradition to bring all the choirs together for a couple of final songs, one of which is the Hallelujah Chorus. (One of the Facebook responses likened it to musical Prozac.) So, 150 of us squeeze into the front of the LDS church and, even if you don't know the music so well, there are enough who do that it will carry you ... and this year, I even nailed that hard section of the alto part on the third page: Woot!

Hang on, I am going somewhere with this.

I took Alice, my 25-year-old-daughter with Down syndrome with me this year, partly to get her out of the house and partly as an excuse not to bicycle. I did actually think she'd also enjoy the music, but as I was ducking into rehearsal a little late, she took the opportunity of my divided attention to whisper she'd found a spot to listen to her own music where she wouldn't bother us, then took her CDs and headphones and left the room.

As rehearsal was winding down, it occurred to me I had no idea where she was. …

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