I have always been one of those goody two-shoes who follows all the rules. It's not so much because I believe in the rules. It's more that I have this fear of getting caught, of rocking the boat, of somehow getting in trouble. I never once ditched school as a teen, because I was so afraid of getting caught.
Now that I am older, I still follow the rules, mostly. I show up when I say I'll be somewhere. I am an upstanding citizen--my speeding tendencies notwithstanding.
I knew when I had kids that my family would have rules. I would teach my kids to follow those rules, just as my parents taught me. In fact, I assumed most of my parents' rules would become mine once I had kids. For example, I always assumed my kids would eat what I made for dinner. No way would I be one of those schmucks who makes several meals, trying to please each of her kids.
No short order cook for me.
Yeah, the laugh's on me.
Now I have kids--kids with SPD--and many of my childhood rules just don't work for my family. I guess you could say my kids have taught me to loosen up and break the rules from time to time.
Check it out:
1) Don't wear pajamas in public.
PJs: they're not just for sleeping anymore!
Danny would live in his pajamas if he could.
2) No more monkeys jumping on the bed.
Jumping on the bed is a family sport. All in the name of getting in that good deep pressure.
3) No playing with your food.
Get it? Playing with your food? See, he's playing with canned food. Oh, alright, not as funny as I thought.
4) Avoid messes.
Mud. Mother Nature's perfect toy!
5) Sleep in your bed. Truth be told, I don't remember the last time my kids slept in their beds.
Beds are for suckers. Tents = way more fun, especially when chock full of blankets and stuffed animals.
6) No swinging, playing ball, riding a bike or roughhousing in the house. That includes trampoline jumping, of course!
Swings, glorious, swings! Our house is so popular with the neighborhood kids. And ever since we discovered my son has SPD, rough housing has become one of our favorite family pastimes.
7) No covering yourselves from head to toe in shaving cream. (Well, okay, I admit, this rule never occurred to me until after we had already broken it. But I assume most mothers, if given the choice, would outlaw the use of shaving cream in this manner, but what do they know, right?)
Who says Sensory Processing Disorder can't be fun?
How about you? What 'rules' get disregarded in your home for the sake of well-regulated senses?