Buzz is a rambunctious sort of fellow. I’ve mentioned this before, it’s nothing new. I truly don’t believe he’s a devil-child, even though I’ve called him that before. He’s curious and testing. He wants to be everywhere, get into everything, he doesn’t mind a word I say. It’s difficult to get him focused, it’s even harder to keep his attention.
To be honest, I’m not sure if this is just a trait of 4 year old’s, or if it only seems worse because it’s my son. Except I don’t see any of the other neighborhood kids his age dart off into the middle of the street and away from their flailing mothers, is what I’m saying.
He’s the same way at his speech class. His teacher tries to get him involved in a game, and he’d rather climb into their toy cabinet. She wants him to relay the actions of flash cards, but he’s already distracted by a bucket of crayons. He gets a puzzle out, only to be done with it two seconds later.
His teacher is a nice girl, she never gets loud or seems impatient with him. They play together well, and Buzz is excited to see her. But he doesn’t learn a lot this way. He’s such a sweet, good boy when he wants to be. That’s the thing, though. When he wants to be.
The last time we were there, she mentioned, “I was thinking, maybe it’d be good to get an Occupational Therapist in here, to asses his needs. Maybe they can come up with ways to get him to focus more?”
What I heard: “Your kid is too much and I need help.”
I don’t blame her. In fact, I’m actually surprised it took this long. Most days, I feel like I’d appreciate some help with him, too.