Monday, March 10, 2008
Ok, ok....
So they got this 17 month old girl on the Today show that can read. Both parents are speech therapists and I believe she's had some pretty intense training along the way. So what?! My youngest son could read at that age too. Knew his whole alphabet and numbers from 1-20...you could mix them all up and he would tell you what they were. At 11 months he knew all his shapes and could tell you what a rectangle and triangle was....even pronounced them well...I was told children of that age couldn't say three syllable words...HA!! He learned, I believe, from just watching Sesame Street...understood the concept of each letter and it's sound. At 18 months, he was lying on the living room floor on his Dad's newspaper...studying it intently...then piped up with "Coach McPherson"!!! And pronounced it correctly!! We had never mentioned this name or any like it before! So.......just wanted to say that she ain't the only smart kid around. And we did nothing to "train" him...just made the words available to him. I wish he would come home from Washington...I miss him!
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Yes, but SHOULD a child that young be reading at all?
HEY!! I learned to read last year and nobody blogged about me!! This family stinks!! lol
Patricia.
My name is Ronda. I met Steven back in 2002, and he and I became very good friends. I came to love him as family. I was able to visit him in Maine, met Dennis and some of his friends and saw him graduate. He moved into my house with my husband and my young son here in Washington State within a few days of graduating. He is part of our family – he is like a second son to me. My husband and he have a lot in common. They can talk for hours and hours about computers and programs and programming. My son loves Steven, too. Steven isn’t much of a ‘child’ person, but he’s fairly patient with my son. All of my family has just taken it as fact that he’s going to always be around. He’s loved by them all – quirks and all.
Dennis has come to Washington. He’s met us and he’s seen where Steven lives, though he was in his own apartment for about 18 months. It’s a good, positive and encouraging environment. At least I try my best to make it that way. It’s not perfect, but nowhere is.
I know that Steven has no desire to accept you in his life at this point in time. I have no opinion on that matter. Honestly. I just can’t. Though I care about Steven, I know that it is not something I should delve into or be concerned about. He’ll talk to me if he needs to. We do have that kind of a relationship. It’s a give and take thing. I can’t imagine not having my mother or father in my life, so one day I hope that maybe things will change between the two of you.
I found your blog through mutual contacts and have read some of it. As a mother myself, I just wanted to write to you and let you know that Steven is healthy and happy. I’m sure you wonder and probably worry. I know I would. He no longer works at McDonalds. He is an assistant manager at another restaurant and has a predilection for that industry. He’s excited about it. It makes me happy to see him enjoying his job.
I know about his Asperger Syndrome and SID and a bit about his history. I know he is special. We’ve talked a lot over the past six years. I know him very well… as he knows me. He is well aware of his particular condition. He’s not oblivious and he understands. He works whatever problem arises and deals with them in the best way he knows how. You’d be surprised and proud at how responsible he has become.
Yes, he initially came out here to establish residency and go to college. But, as I’m sure you know, sometimes things don’t work out they way we plan. But please know that he is doing fine. He will be fine. He enrolled in community college shortly after he moved here. I believe it is his intention to continue his education in restaurant management or as a chef or similar enterprise. But financially it is easier to talk about it than do it. But he will be fine. So try not to worry.
He has a good life – friends and family that love him. He has had good and bad experiences, but that’s what life is about. Experiences. We share our holidays and birthdays and have BBQ’s during the summer and go on outings. He has a motorcycle now and loves to ride. My husband, Steven and myself will all go on motorcycle rides together sometimes. We enjoy life with Steven. Steven is enjoying his life. I’m sorry that you aren’t part of it, and I don’t mean to hurt you by telling you this. I just want you to know that he’s okay. I promise. I even have to light a fire under him sometimes, which does not make him happy, but he knows it’s because I care that I press him into taking control of his life.
I’m not really sure how he’d feel about me sending this to you. I don’t think he’d be thrilled. So I don’t intend on maintaining a correspondence, but if something arises that I think you should know about, I will try to let you know – especially if you send me your regular email address. I hate posting this here, but I didn’t know how else to contact you.
He’s okay. He’s growing up. He’s learning how to be a good man and a good person. He is a good person. So whatever this letter did for you, I hope that at least it gives you a good feeling to know that he’s okay. That’s merely all I intend. I’m a mother, too. It’s the least I would want.
--Ronda
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