Typically one could say a 9 year old boy wearing only one sock, just got in a hurry and forgot.
So not the case with this boy. He looked quite puzzled when he looked down at his feet after removing his boots... we had just entered the dress shop, where his two sisters needed to be fitted for the dresses they would be wearing at their older sister Cassandra's wedding in the fall. The sign said please remove your shoes and so he did. There we both discovered he had one sock on, only one. He looked confused and then embarrassed and having no solution for this sockless dilemma i just said "oh, well. it is what it is" (I say that a lot. a lot)
It's common for him to lose skills he has mastered, for a routine that is solid to just disappear overnight. This wasn't the first time in recent weeks that we had discovered he had forgotten some key steps in his morning routing. (we found him one morning waiting for the bus with no boots on, it was 10 degrees that morning with snow on the ground)
and so we back it up and relearn those routines, one more time. We have relearned this particular morning routine three times in as many years. It's easy to get angry, or frustrated. Sometimes I just feel so sad for this life he leads at others times I feel hopeless. Often I am overwhelmed, because usually with a a discovery of a forgotten routine I add yet one more thing in an already full time period that needs to be monitored and checked. I can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like for him, to know that he is forgetting something but has no idea what it is.
So while he say on the chair waiting for his sisters to finish, trying to hide his sock-less foot I whispered to him let me take a picture, after all it's not every day your foot decides to go bare in the middle of winter. He laughed as he looked at his toes and there is the best moment of all, laughter puts us both on track.
So not the case with this boy. He looked quite puzzled when he looked down at his feet after removing his boots... we had just entered the dress shop, where his two sisters needed to be fitted for the dresses they would be wearing at their older sister Cassandra's wedding in the fall. The sign said please remove your shoes and so he did. There we both discovered he had one sock on, only one. He looked confused and then embarrassed and having no solution for this sockless dilemma i just said "oh, well. it is what it is" (I say that a lot. a lot)
It's common for him to lose skills he has mastered, for a routine that is solid to just disappear overnight. This wasn't the first time in recent weeks that we had discovered he had forgotten some key steps in his morning routing. (we found him one morning waiting for the bus with no boots on, it was 10 degrees that morning with snow on the ground)
and so we back it up and relearn those routines, one more time. We have relearned this particular morning routine three times in as many years. It's easy to get angry, or frustrated. Sometimes I just feel so sad for this life he leads at others times I feel hopeless. Often I am overwhelmed, because usually with a a discovery of a forgotten routine I add yet one more thing in an already full time period that needs to be monitored and checked. I can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like for him, to know that he is forgetting something but has no idea what it is.
So while he say on the chair waiting for his sisters to finish, trying to hide his sock-less foot I whispered to him let me take a picture, after all it's not every day your foot decides to go bare in the middle of winter. He laughed as he looked at his toes and there is the best moment of all, laughter puts us both on track.
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