Important Information to Know if You Are Thinking of Adding a Young Boy to Your Family

I have discovered, since becoming the (sometimes) proud foster dad of a (now)10-year-old boy that my education is severely lacking in several areas.  Apparently my high school and university science classes were severely limited and I was not informed of the existence of many life forms that are incredibly important to young boys.  To help others, I have listed the most important of these along with a short description, below.

This is a Bakugan.  If you think it is a cheap plastic ball, you are wrong.  It is a cheap plastic ball that can unfold into a cheap plastic monster.  It also has many friends, also call Bakugan, who are in different colors and some may form cubes rather than balls.  The ball form also makes an excellent toy for cats to bat under furniture.  I believe this species survives by having a Saturday morning cartoon and several video games.

This is a Redakai.  I have seen it only as pictures on 3 d game cards.  I believe there is also a Saturday morning cartoon.  There may be video games I am not sure as I have been guilty of confusing it with:

Ben Ten, which is several cartoons and several video games.

This is a Pokeman called Pickachu.  There are many Pokeman with many names.   They are everywhere, cartoons, video games, books, happy meals, trading cards, small plastic toys.  Don't try to remember them all, you will hurt yourself.

Yu-Gi-Oh.  It's a card game and cartoon.  There are also books and video games.  Don't heard quite as much about it as the others from my boy, but it does come up occasionally.

These are Bey Blades, there are several in my house.  There are many, many different kinds and none of them are inexpensive.  They have their own cartoon and seem to now be spreading to video games, still at least the kids need to get together to play the actual game, which involves pitting their top against the other players tops.  Also lots of fun for the family, because you get to look for the lost ones after the kid leaves them in the floor and the cat swats them under the furniture.  Not a lot of fun to step on barefoot in the dark though.

This is the big one for my boy.  It doesn't seem to have cards or toys, at least none I've seen, but there are videos, books, many video games and cartoons.  So far there are Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Z Kai, and Dragon Ball GT.  I can't tell them apart, but he can.  At first glance, you might mistake it for Nazi Propaganda based on all the blonde-haired Aryan super powered fighters, or a hair gel commercial, but it's a kid's show.

Daycare Lunches

Tales from the Monkey-Brained Boy part whatever...
The boy has been, mostly, behaving pretty well.  Apparently this was to lull me into a false sense of security so I would let down my guard.  Today he struck.  I have him in daycare, and my choices are to either send a lunch or give them money to buy a lunch for him.  We shopped and I let him pick out his lunches, he chose a specific selection of Lunchables, some fruit punches, ext.  I bought him a little insulated cooler with some refreezable cold packs to carry his lunch in and keep the food poisoning to a minimum.  Well, he was a bit excited the first day, because the center served pizza, but I explained it wasn't free, and he seemed fine with it.  But at some point, he decided one of the lunches he picked out wasn't to his liking.  He is funny about food, and will often through a fit over a particular food, declaring it his favor food ever, only to later reveal he doesn't like it and had never tried it before.  His truthfulness, or total lack thereof has been a major issue, and it recently came to the front.  The wonderful, sweet, kindhearted friend who picks him up when I work late, keeps him for me when I have to be out of town, and to whom I owe way to many favors to ever possibly pay back has even had trouble with him lying.  Up until recently he was on his super best behavior, but apparently he feels comfortable enough there he is starting to be himself.  After lying to her husband the previous day, he was given a talking to by her.  Then I confronted him about it this morning again and tried to explain why it was important to be truthful.  I have also refused to buy him anything new until he eats whatever food he had me buy him special.  I hope to stop the falsehoods and teach him to be truthful.  If I decide to try something new, I eat it whether I like it or not, perhaps this is a bit much to expect of a nine-year old, but I was not allowed to waste food as a child, so I don't think I should allow one to waste food either, especially if he lies to get the food.  It seems there should be multiple lessons in there, at least in theory.    Friday was swim day, so I was planning to give the daycare money to buy him lunch at the pool.  So I packed his last lunch, the one he had decided he didn't want.   I signed him into daycare.  When my friend picked him up, she was informed I owed the daycare $4.50 because I hadn't packed him a lunch and he ate 3 pieces of pizza.  Apparently he gave his lunch to another boy and told everyone I hadn't packed him a lunch.  Were there not a rule in place that says no physical punishment, and were I not the sort of person who believes in following rules and who's career is built around trying to insure people who don't want to follow the rules are following them, the boy would not be able to use the lower rear part of his anatomy to rest on for a month.  I haven't yet decided on the full extent of his punishment, but there will be consequences.  First he took a bath, ate supper and went straight to bed, this was mostly because my hand was twitching and my eye kept finding paddle-shaped objects.  I think I shall make sure daycare workers become much better acquainted with the boy and with me.  Next, I will see if he can be allowed to not participate in swimming and in the skating field trip next week.  If his being in daycare means he has to participate, then I'll have to come up with a daycare substitute for next Wednesday, he's been looking so forward to that field trip to the skating rink.

This morning

We are having new shingles put on the house. The crew doing it is hispanic. They started work this morning. The boy knew they were there but hadn't seen them. When we left the house he said, "Are those guys Italian?"

After we were in the car and heading to daycare I explained they were hispanic not Italian and he asked me what Italian was. I explained it referred to someone from the country of Italy. He asked me what Italy was.

Later we saw the truck in the picture. He is constantly telling me I need to get a new car so he can get a "hot girl". I'm not really sure a 9 or 10 year old girl is going to care what kind of car he rides in the back seat of, but he seems to feel a red mustang, camaro or charger is in order. So I pointed the truck out and told him I was stopping to ask if it was for sale. He asked why, I told him I thought we would look cool cruising town in it. "What? Are you nuts? You must be crazy?" he sputtered. "You've just noticed?" I asked.

Problems with Pencils

The only homework the boy had was to study 17 vocabulary words. It took an hour and 10 minutes. Part of the issue was supplies. He ran out of lead for his mechanical pencil. I refused to replace it based on the simple fact that be puts out too long a piece then uses too much pressure and it breaks. He informs me this is okay as he has some. I ask where, and he answers in his desk at school because they aren't allowed to use them. I ask why he is buying mechanical pencils at school if he can't use them in class, he says they can use them to draw at recess. I doubt the boy is sitting quietly drawing at recess if he can be running amok with other boys. He finely remembers he has a normal pencil in his book bag and asks me to sharpen it. I do, then as I'm returning the sharpener to the cup that holds the pens and pencils, I notice one of the ink pens looked odd. I examined it closely. "When did you do this?" I asked. "What?" he answered. "Run this ink pen through the pencil sharpener." I responded. "I don't remember doing that." he replied. "Well, I didn't do it." I said, "and I don't think any of the cats were well coordinated or inclined to do it, so who does that leave?" "I said I don't remember doing it!" he said. "I know I didn't do, and I can be sure the cats didn't do it. At what point did sharpening an ink pen seem a Good Idea?"

Things I Have Discovered

Well, I survived my first month as a foster parent, they actually call us resource parents.  I am also doing this solo, so I survived my first month as a single foster parent.  Some of it was fun, some frustrating, and a bit was infuriating, but it was enlightening.  I haven't been a parent, so while I realize it isn't exactly like being a Dad.  I don't have any sort of biological connection to the boy, and I haven't known him since the day he was born.  I have only the vaguest idea what he's been through and have to figure out what he has been taught, what values he has had instilled in him, and what he feels is normal.  I am 45 years old and grew up in a small town in the rural southern United States.  So my upbringing was conservative and conventional and probably would be considered old-fashioned among other less polite adjectives, so some of what I am discovering saddens me.

I have the boy in an after school program to try to improve his grades.  It also means my parents only have to deal with him on Friday afternoon for a little while until I make it home.  When picking him up last week he asked me when my job was over.  I told him I normally finished work sometime between 4:30 and 5:30, it was a bit different every day.  He then said no, when was my job done.  I told him that it was never done.  That surprised him.  Next he asked me when I got my summer break.  I told him I didn't get a summer break, breaks were over when you finished school  I did get vacation time, but not a long break.  So he suggested I quit my job.  I told him if I quit, I would no longer get paid and we couldn't afford to live.  He was puzzled by this and asked why I wouldn't get a check in the mail every month like everyone else.

Apparently in his view of normal things no one connected to him had to work.  I've already discussed his diet in a previous post.  I was also made aware during a meeting with his teacher, principal, school psychiatrist, caseworker, and special education specialists that apparently in his first 2 years of school he attended school about 100 days.  That's for both years.

It is really sad that no one has ever taken care of this child.  He doesn't understand about work, school has never been stressed as important.  I finally made him understand that he wasn't going back to his parent in a few days and he is starting to take school a bit more seriously.  But I feel more a drill instructor than parent.  He sits down at the table and writes spelling words while I prepare dinner.  Then we go through homework, he is a little better about knowing what he needs to do.  For the first several weeks I had to search his backpack examining every paper and making a best guess at what needed to be done.  On several occasions he deliberately forgot stuff.  I started making up homework harder than he would have had.  But it really boiled down to that meeting when I found how much he was playing the teacher and me against each other and being a very sneaky about school work.  He lost all tv, movie, and video game rights for 1 week.  I left the playstation and xbox in his room but confiscated controllers and power supplies.  I took all remotes and everything was locked in my room.  I would not let him on the computers either.  Of course, I didn't have any TV and had the boy non-stop for a week, so we both got punished, but with a few minor exceptions he has behaved better.

The impressions I get is the boy was ignored and allowed to do as he pleased, he ate what he wanted, as much as he wanted, and was occasionally given stuff when the parents felt guilty about letting him raise himself.  He seems to have had no rules or chores.  So I am a bit of a shock to him.  He also tends to talk back and wants to argue.  Initially he would walk into a room, take over the TV even if you watch it.  He now asks if he can watch TV or change the channel if it was on.  After taking over the TV, he would turn off the lights, even if you were in the room reading or writing, so he could see it better.  That happened twice, not once since.  He ate meals in front of the TV or in bed,  left his clothes where he took them off and left the soap laying in the bathtub.  He now eats at the table, eats what is on his plate and asks permission to leave the table.  I had to institute that last part, because I found him stuffing his mouth full then flushing vegetables he didn't like down the toilet.  I am still working on the clothes thing, but that might be 9 year old boy.  I bought him body wash in a Spiderman bottle because I wasn't quite ready to add another front to the war.  The back talk and arguing is an ongoing battle, but is improving.  Some of it might be attention seeking.  He has tried cursing once, and told me to bite him once.  Both those were dealt with.  He has tried crying on me twice, I ignore it.  Both times were frustration over being made to sit and do homework.  If he don't like to do something he tries to wear me down by doing it slowly or by rushing it and not paying attention.  He has to redo it.  Since he knows it is coming, he will often take an hour or more to eat.  When he finally realizes that he has used up all his free time and will have to take a bath and go bed, he gets mad.  So he tries to cry.  I ignore it.  He stops.  A couple of weeks ago after a crying jag, he went back to working then looked up at me and glared.  He then informed me he was mad at me.  Apparently this was supposed to have some sort of earthshaking consequence.  I informed him that I didn't care, and went to washing dishes. I think this is when he realized he was really no longer in charge.

The sermon at church Sunday was on fatherhood and the pastor pointed out that when you became a parent, raising that child was now a major priority.  It was god, then family, then whatever else.  He pointed out that was no longer the norm in the US.  He said that often the child ruled the family.  "Why," he asked, "you are so much bigger."  "But Pastor, he says he hates me if I punish him."  "So?  He'll get over it!"  And he does.

I don't have the answers.  I am stumbling along blindly on advice, instinct and memory, but being there, being in charge, being willing to suffer a bit, spending time, and showing and doing instead of just telling seem to be making a difference in the way my little man behaves and I am seeing some changes that may hint at bigger things.  And it isn't just me, one of the counselors mentioned he seemed better behaved and calmer last week.  Updates later.

Latest Update

Sorry to be late, but things began to move fast on me.  I received a call January 31 asking me if I would be willing to take a 9 year old boy, small for his age with some anger issues.  After asking a few questions and reminding them I could have conflicts, the woman I was speaking to assured me the child was from out of state.  I agreed, but they had to wait for someone else they had already asked to respond.  They called a couple of hours later to say they would call me tomorrow.  About 10 AM the next day I received a call and was told they would meet me about 5 PM.  I made it home, and about 5:30 a blond-headed boy was asking me what kind of game systems I had.  None, unfortunately.  I have since learned many things.  When I was nine, girls were lesser beings to be ignored or pushed on the playground.  He likes them.  Especially the "hot" ones.  That worries me a bit, but my more kid experienced coworkers say it isn't that unusual.  Also he hates all food except pizza, chicken nuggets, spaghetti, and cereal that looks like cookies.  He has since added hot dogs, bbq sauce, chocolate ice cream, oatmeal cookies, and beefy macaroni He hates all television except Dragon Ball Z.  Except Phineas and Ferb when no one is looking, and Kicking It, and Kick Buttowski, and Victorious, and Wizards Of Waverly Place, and Tom and Jerry Kids.  He loves school but hates all classes except lunch and recess.  He can be extremely independent but occasionally admits needing help.  He can be very well behaved one minute and totally out of control the next.  He is both cute and frustrating.  It's been five days and we are slowly adjusting to one another.