Today was a good day.  I successfully got all four of my children to their California Pizza Kitchen field trip on time.  This alone makes me feel victorious over my day!  The kids got to color their menus, make their own pizzas and even walk into the freezer located in the back of the restaurant all before their normal business hours.  Fantastic.  

But there is always Little Rascal who likes to put a wrench into the whole affair.  

You see, Little Rascal has just turned 2.  He has normal issues that many two year olds have.  Not wanting to obey, bouts of extreme joy or frustration, generally messy… you name it.  You’ve seen your average 2 year old I’m sure.  I like to call Little Rascal a boy with BIG FEELINGS.  He often reminds me of this childhood poem

                         When he was good, he was very good

                         When he was bad, he was horrid.

That is Little Rascal to a tee.  But today I had other moms who witnessed his big out bursts, his dislike of coloring, his need to have me hold him practically the entire time, and most of all his major meltdown when it came time to eat.  I even had to give him a couple of time outs right there in the restaurant.  I was embarrassed, but it didn’t seem that out of character considering my child’s issue with food and obedience.

Later my good friend, who came to the field trip, came over and made a remark that just might have changed my life.  She asked the simple question “Does Little Rascal have sensory issues?”  I immediately said “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did”.  She responded “My other momma friend has a son with sensory issues and he looks exactly the way Little Rascal does when eating food”.  

This was like a punch to the gut.  Not because it was bad, but because I knew.  I knew that down this rabbit trail could be the answer I have been seeking for a long time.  I knew in that place that only a mother can feel.  

As soon as my friend left I began searching the almighty Google to find answers.  And low and behold I *might* have discovered what has been the concern since Little Rascal has been born.  

Sensory Processing Disorder

When I began looking at the checklists (and there are many), I began to have light bulb moments.  Things were starting to make sense.  His major food issues, the way he freaks out sometimes when I try to dress him, his unusual fascination with all shoes, his extreme clinginess with me and his growing anxiety when I leave.  

Then I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with another mom friend from my co op.  She was discussing with me issues that her little girl goes thru that involved several of the symptoms I mentioned earlier.  Her little girl has such anxiety issues that she wouldn’t go to co op without her mom rightbyherside during the entire duration of the school day.  Her shoes had to be so tight that it practically cut off her circulation.  

Putting all of these conversations and web searches into one place in my brain allowed me to recall that I too suffered and continue to suffer from all of these symptoms and then some as a child and even now as an adult.  When I was a kid I remember going to sleep with my shoes on because I liked the feeling of my shoes (definitely not one of those things that has stuck with me as an adult. I’m one of the most ticklish people I have ever met or heard of, with the exception being my mother.  I rarely get a pedicure due to the extreme tickles I get.  And shame.  A lot of shame from the pedicurist watching me cling myself to the sides of the chair in a fit of pain and laughter.  It truly is a sight to behold.  I also don’t know of anybody else in the world who experiences the shot of an epidural like the worst tickle you ever felt.  The doctors have scolded me each time I tried getting an epidural because no matter how still I tried to be, when that needle went in, my back spasmed as though I was being tickled.  It was unavoidable.  And rarely did they believe me.  

I have food issues.  I can’t stand cuddling for any great lengths of time.  I’m great at dance, but constantly hurt my toes or find random unexplainable bruises because I tend to be clumsy.   

So many things are clicking in my brain alerting me to a very serious issue.  I think my son might suffer from having a sensory processing disorder.

But then again, I think I do too.  

Step one.  Putting a name to problem.

Now on to Step two.  What ever that is.

*I say he might have this problem because it has yet to be officially diagnosed by a medical physician.  An no webmd does not count as a medical physician. 



Hello there!

First meetings can by awkward, so let’s get this out of the way quickly, ok?  I’m the wife to an awesome guy and a mommy to 4 cute kiddos.  I’m about to embark on a journey that I never thought I’d be on.  After many long discussions and prayer, my husband and I have decided that we are going to home school our children.  It’s like a promotion without a raise.  Its a bit daunting, a lot exciting and practically every emotion in between.  I’m hoping that you feel encouraged while here.  Wish we could be sitting in my kitchen sipping a cup of joe together, but since you can’t, I hope you enjoy your time here anyway.

Nice to met you!