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I am begging all the collective years of wisdom on here to help me with this child. Dcb3 has been with me since August. He's always been a bit on the naughty side, but never malicious. He wouldn't harm a fly, let alone another child. He just seems to never EVER understand what we want from him. Here's an example of our day:
7:00 Dcb arrives, I ask him to remove his shoes(same request every morning) and he messes around until I repeat myself. Then he removes one shoe and starts playing with the chair he's sitting on. Repeat request again, finally shoes are off. Request to put them on the shoe rack...repeat....repeat.
8:00 I serve all 12 kiddos breakfast, ask dcb to keep his hands to himself. Minutes tick by as kids eat, then Dcb helps himself to his neighbor's blackberries. I remove them from his hand and remind him to never touch any food that isn't on his plate. Four seconds go by and he reaches for another blackberry. BIG SIGH from me. Repeat lecture.
8:30 This is when the toddlers go downstairs and the preschoolers(dcb's class) go to the classroom. EVERY MORNING for the last six months he jumps up and tries to go downstairs with the toddlers. EVERY MORNING for the last six months I remind him that he goes to the classroom with his preschool class.
Preschool is a nightmare, his poor teacher has to glue him to her side or he'll literally glue his face to the table. He can't follow a single direction, such as "pick up the blue crayon." He stares blankly often. I am so fortunate to be surrounded by the most patient, loving staff and I have always been convinced that kids thrive in a positive, caring environment and try to provide that 100% of the time. But I think if we lived near an active volcano today, I'd have thrown him in.
Any ideas on how to address this? It's non-stop redirecting, repeating, requesting, etc. I'm exhausted, and finally my sweet patient preschool teacher told me today that she'd had enough. If it weren't for his sweet, loving nature, I would've termed months ago. Dearly love the parents too. I want so badly to help this guy, does anyone have any advice? Thank you a million for reading this whole thing if you made it this far!! Feels so good to finally get it off my chest.
7:00 Dcb arrives, I ask him to remove his shoes(same request every morning) and he messes around until I repeat myself. Then he removes one shoe and starts playing with the chair he's sitting on. Repeat request again, finally shoes are off. Request to put them on the shoe rack...repeat....repeat.
8:00 I serve all 12 kiddos breakfast, ask dcb to keep his hands to himself. Minutes tick by as kids eat, then Dcb helps himself to his neighbor's blackberries. I remove them from his hand and remind him to never touch any food that isn't on his plate. Four seconds go by and he reaches for another blackberry. BIG SIGH from me. Repeat lecture.
8:30 This is when the toddlers go downstairs and the preschoolers(dcb's class) go to the classroom. EVERY MORNING for the last six months he jumps up and tries to go downstairs with the toddlers. EVERY MORNING for the last six months I remind him that he goes to the classroom with his preschool class.
Preschool is a nightmare, his poor teacher has to glue him to her side or he'll literally glue his face to the table. He can't follow a single direction, such as "pick up the blue crayon." He stares blankly often. I am so fortunate to be surrounded by the most patient, loving staff and I have always been convinced that kids thrive in a positive, caring environment and try to provide that 100% of the time. But I think if we lived near an active volcano today, I'd have thrown him in.
Any ideas on how to address this? It's non-stop redirecting, repeating, requesting, etc. I'm exhausted, and finally my sweet patient preschool teacher told me today that she'd had enough. If it weren't for his sweet, loving nature, I would've termed months ago. Dearly love the parents too. I want so badly to help this guy, does anyone have any advice? Thank you a million for reading this whole thing if you made it this far!! Feels so good to finally get it off my chest.
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