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  • THE MOST effective educators children have, or will ever have, Parents.

    February 10th, 2017

    “I’m going to get the mat, it’s in my room” I say. Fiona repeats “The mat” several times. She doesn’t have her hearing aids in. I try to sign “I’m going to get the mat” to her. I don’t know the sign for mat, but I know the signs for “I’m going to get”, it works. She understands and stops saying mat. (It’s a bath mat, this clarification I will make next time). This is another example, why I want Fiona and my whole family to know sign. It’s moments like these that will come up over and over again. I realize something else at the same time, how much impact I  have with my daughter at home; reconfirming my commitment to be fluent in sign language and to use it all the time at home. We had a meeting and visit to one of the programs in the San Rafael Public school system yesterday. It was really great and I really like this woman that we are talking to, it felt so good to have a deep conversation with someone about education, I learned so much, and one thing I learned is the San Rafael School district does their homework! They care about the kids in their programs and take placement seriously. They shared Fiona’s evaluations and audiogram with a specialist for the deaf and hard of hearing, this lady is apparently one of the top experts in this field, which is pretty cool. She feels strongly that Fiona should be mainstreamed as soon as possible. I guess I can say this, Fiona is amazing! She doesn’t fit into any special program the district has to offer (but she will continue to get one on one speech and language support through her life at school). She gets to attend the special school that I wanted her to go to,  for five months, but then I am encouraged to sign her up for a regular preschool. I was told that right now she needs to hear language from peers, as much as possible. The good news is I learned the whole process is super fluid and we will re-evaluate and can change direction if needed.

    I was so happy after the meeting. Our family had a great day, we had sushi, Jack and Fiona were well behaved in the restaurant. We got smoothies, watched Caillou together, Jack and Fiona rode their bikes around in circles in the living room, Fiona and I drew together, I love that. We sat on the floor and pet Billy, Fiona said how much she loved Billy, “I love her ears, her whiskers, her paws are so cute”. I realized Fiona was petting Billy where I put her tick medicine. “We need to go wash our hands” I say. Fiona and I go to the bathroom and wash our hands, but there’s no towel.  We go to the kitchen, “Get a towel out of the drawer” I say. Fiona repeats back, but she’s saying Door. I say Door and Drawer several times, but I can’t figure out how to explain the different sound, it’s so subtle. I go to the living room, “Jack say Drawer” Then I ask him to say “Door”. He does, I have confirmation, Jack understands the differences in the two words, Fiona does not. I grab a piece of paper, (My visits to the different school programs have served me well) I draw a drawer and write the word, I draw a door, and write door. I show Fiona. We walk to the front door, then back to the kitchen. We examine the two, she practices saying both words.  Then I take it further, there’s a back door, a front door, a bathroom door, ect. She starts showing me, pointing at doors around the house, running back to the drawers in the kitchen. I throw out the word Cabinet Door, but decide to save this for next time. I didn’t’ use the signs, I will add them next time. I realized something else at this moment, I am Fiona’s teacher. School is supplemental. Which also made me realize if I’m doing sign at home, and practicing with Fiona she’ll learn it. Will a teacher in a mainstream school know when Fiona doesn’t understand things because she’s not hearing properly? I don’t know. But could she thrive under the advice I received yesterday? That she needs to be around kids that have lots of language as opposed to kids who also are deaf or hard of hearing that do not use very much language? It makes sense, but it also makes sense that I need to keep up my end of the deal. I am her ultimate teacher. I want her to grow up with “Total Communication” this means oral and sign. In the fall, if she’s mainstreamed she will be getting the oral at school and the Total Communication part at home. It’s exciting Fiona is doing so well, and the other exciting part is Jack and Fiona can go to school together. Jack has been very upset lately knowing they were to be separated soon!

    Aww! I can relax now, (well except for finding a preschool program!). I feel a sense of relief. Selfishly I feel proud of Fiona for doing so well and glad that Jack and Fiona will be chugging along together in their education journey, that there won’t be as much distance, I won’t need to put on two totally different hats, one rearing a typically developed child, one rearing a child with special needs. It’s going to save me a lot of energy. Today is my day off, I have a babysitter! I get to work in my studio. I’m so happy. I do have a MAJOR mess in the house though, toys everywhere, laundry needs to be put away. Grocery shopping needs to be done, I need to take Billy to the vet to get her splint off. Ugh, I guess I don’t have much time for my studio!

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  • From this day forward, I will not cave to Undue Demands!

    February 8th, 2017

    I don’t mind if you watch TV, this thought flashes through my mind as I sit at my laptop.  But I don’t turn on the T.V. yet. “Mama, look at this” Jack says. He’s playing with a cement truck with flashing lights. It reminds Jack of the Trucks outside working on the road in the dark with flashing lights cleaning up all the mud and dirt from the slide. It poured all night long, buckets of rain. Fast streams flowing down the hills all day, the creeks full to the top. The air warm, tropical. The moister feels good. I sit with Jack and Fiona on the couch, I don’t write. I read books, feed them more food, read more books. We’ve had an eventful day. Fiona is in the process of being transitioned into a preschool program for kids with special needs. (Is that how I should say it?) I don’t know, it’s so confusing. We have evaluations, school visits, meetings almost every day, calls to answer, calls to make. I am one step closer to the San Rafael Public School system; It seemed like this time was so far off in the distance and now here I am. Jack and Fiona are changing a lot. The most notable development is after months of being totally potty trained, they no longer are.  Fiona pee’s her pants and says she’s scared to go to the bathroom and Jack pee’s on walls and inside containers and poops in his pants. This is when we are all together, meaning I am totally available to assist, turn on lights, hold their hand going to the toilet, whatever they need. I try not to react when these accidents happen for fear that they will want the negative attention. “Undue attention, Undue demands”, I read about this in a parenting book last night and want to tattoo it on my arms. I can see where I have fallen into the trap of giving too much undue attention, especially in my conscious effort to always make sure I’m praising both babies equally. I can see how this has led me down a path of Jack and Fiona making “undue demands” on me, and I fall for it to avoid the whining and leg grabbing and all the other annoying behavior a three-year-old displays when he wants something. Today my mantra is “I will not tolerate Undue Demands”!

    The windows are specked with rain drops, the sky grey morning dawn. It’s 7:08AM now. I just heard Jack call for me. I am drinking my too sweet coffee, enjoying my morning of solitude. I haven’t read or watched the news today, what’s the point. I just want the nightmare to be over. I want Trump and Pence impeached and Devos, Sessions, Tillerson, Bannon, the Alt Right, gone. Can’t we find an Island to drop them all off on? It’s awful they are in power of America. I am going to focus locally now. The wind is blowing outside. I will miss the rain when it’s gone. Just like I’ll miss Jack and Fiona’s chubby little hands and cute round faces. Now I hear Fiona awake. Time to make their breakfast and go to school. I hope I have time to work in my studio today, I started some pieces yesterday that I’d like to work on. I also want to start some more large canvas paintings. Life is good. It’s gonna get better too after I institute my new mantra to live by, “I will not cave to undue demands”.

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  • Fish Sticks and French Fries

    February 4th, 2017

    I go downstairs to check on Jack, it’s 5- something Saturday afternoon. I’ve got fish sticks and French fries in the oven. I walk in Jack’s room and he’s lying on his bed under the cover. I crawl up beside him. He’s barely still awake. I hold his hand and rub his back. I look at his eyes and they are closed, he’s asleep. He looks so sweet. I leave and come back upstairs to finish making dinner. I decide to add broccoli with elephant garlic to this evenings menu. Dinner turns out good. Now Fiona rides her bike around the living room talking to herself. Alan reads on the couch and Billy lays at my feet. I thought she would definitely get her splint off yesterday. It’s very stressful for Billy to be at the veterinarians.  She is infected with anxiety. The vet lays Billy on her side on the stainless-steel table. He takes off Billy’s splint; everyone holds her down, it takes three of us. Billy pants and twists, her face presses into my jacket and pants. Hair sticks to me, the whites of her eyes get big. I have the vet examine her broken tooth as her mouth hangs open wide as she pants. Yes, the tooth will need to be pulled the vet says. “We’re gonna wait till her leg’s better though, right?” I ask. “yes, definitely” the vet says. After the examination, the vet decides to re-splint her leg for another week. It’s disappointing, especially for Billy.

    Two times in the past week Fiona has not wanted to wear her hearing aids. She told me they hurt her ears, so I let her take them off. We were getting ready to go for a walk today and I was talking to Fiona; more than once I had to remind myself, she can’t hear you. I get closer, start talking in front of her, try to use my sign language and can’t remember anything. My legs get weak, I think about how I need to keep up on my sign language studies, how drastically different it is when Fiona is not wearing her hearing aids; it’s almost like two different children. I really hope Fiona gets into the Early Start preschool at MCOE. They use sign language at the school, it’s at the same location she has been attending in the Infant/ Toddler program since birth. Now that she’s turning three she moves into the San Rafael City school district. They have a program for special needs/ kids with communication issues, but it’s not hearing impaired focused and they don’t incorporate sign into all communication. But if Fiona goes to the MCOE program, San Rafael school district must pay for Fiona’s attendance at the county school. I realized today how important it is that she go to the program focused on kids with hearing loss.  It has been such a help so far at Early Start. I can’t imagine what life would have been without that support and education we received from Linda and the other teachers at Early Start. Fiona is thriving, and now with her vocabulary and education increasing rapidly she needs the support of an environment where total communication is used.

    In politics, this week, I have been equally drained from the increasing merging of church and state. I am an atheist. I feel I am being marginalized. I am not a Christian, I don’t favor one religion over any other. I don’t want creationism taught to my children, unless it’s in a comparative religion class that talks about all religions and gods equally.  I am scared shitless of Betsy Devos, Tillerson, and Price. I am furious over all these men (And women) trying to take away my right to have an abortion. It’s my business. But strangely I feel an ease, something I haven’t felt since Trump came on the scene. It’s a nightmare we are living through, all our worst fears are materializing in front of our eyes and there seems to be no way to take them down. But I have hope because there’s enough people who disagree with all the insanity that eventually the tables will turn, it might be when I’m dead and gone, but I will not live the rest of my life in despair over politics. Fuck that shit! Fuck them, they won’t win in the end.

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