Too many things happening, and yet at the same time hard to quantify whether any of the tail chasing is achieving anything at all. Hopefully this resonates with somebody. Otherwise can someone tell me what I´m doing wrong.
I went to an intesting workshop last weekend on autism, hyperactivity and the over-pathologisation of children. Which was interesting both from a professional perspective and also from a new point of view as parent of a child who certain professionals are desperate to pin labels to.
We walked away from the “psicopedagoga” (ed psych type – one of the fore-mentioned professionals), for a range of reasons related to effectiveness and ethics. But we have found and fallen in love with the town´s music therapist who is completely bonkers in all the right ways and Danny adores him. He thinks that the child doesn´t need any labels. I said, good, now help me tell that to the school.
Teen and baby took themselves off on the bus to Cordoba for the day on Saturday, meeting up with boyfriend on route. Various professionals thought that the whole thing was most irresponsible and told her so, although no-one has said anything to me yet. I thought it was brilliant that she had the confidence to organise an adventure and see it through. Between this and a few things happening at Scouts (health and safety with the accompanying culture of litigation have recently docked in Argentina and everyone´s getting a bit hysterical) I have been thinking about the vital contribution that learning to take risks makes to children´s growth and education. What happens to a society after a whole generation of children have had their sense of adventure reduced to multi-choice bean-bag races? Well, the UK is probably about to find out, and sadly it looks like Argentina may not be too far behind.
And now it´s Monday again. I have achieved cleaning the house. Now I need to get my head around what the rest of the week holds. But before that, it appears to be time to collect the kids from school already. How did that happen?
