And we did it all without the meds!

This has nothing to do with my music but everything to do with life and sometimes I like to write about life.

My son Ethan is eleven years old. We’re a quiet family, he and I. I’ve always been “the quiet one” at home, I think its because I was the baby for awhile and then the middle child. I didn’t “find my voice” until I left home and started teaching kung fu, which sort of forced me out of my shell. There was nothing wrong with me (Hah. At least not in THAT way).  I was a quiet child who liked to day dream, draw, read, write music, and when I got to know you, I’d talk your ear off. Again—there was nothing wrong with me. Yet,  I had so much trouble in school I began to think that there was something wrong with me.  I didn’t want to be there. I thought the work was pointless and the teachers didn’t care about me. There were less than a handful of classes where I actually felt like I was supposed to be there and in those classes I did extremely well, but it wasn’t enough to make up for the classes that skipped or flunked out of.  In the end, I just didn’t have enough credits, so I dropped out in my third year and started working full time. All the while my dream was to be a musician, which I really didn’t feel I needed school for.

School made me feel stupid. School made me feel like a number. Just another kid slipping through the cracks of the educational system. Eventually, I decided school just “wasn’t my thing” and that was okay with me. It’s still okay with me now. I still believe that school “isn’t my thing”.  I can do it. I can sit in class, do the work, follow directions, and get good grades, but unless I absolutely need the class and/or enjoy it… I’m not feelin’ it. I figured I was just “too ADD” for it. Yet I went back and graduated college with a 3.93 GPA. Suck on that, HS!

Anyway, now I’m a mom with a child who’s in school and having the same problems that I had when I was a kid.

I didn’t want him to be off with a slow start in school so I took advantage of every helpful opportunity I could get. Every program that was offered I accepted. All the extra help he could get, I gave it to him. When we were at home, I helped him with his homework. When he was at school I communicated with his teachers to see how he was doing. It was a long, stressful, and anxious time. Every parent/teacher conference was the same. “Ethan’s a really sweet kid, he’s really kind and polite and he loves to help, but he just can’t keep up with the other kids.” 

Even in first grade he struggled with his homework.  He and I spent hours over simple problems; Ethan shutting down and me growing frustrated and angry at him for not being able to just follow the directions.  I couldn’t figure why he was having such a hard time understanding the work. It made homework time excruciating for both of us. Eventually I talked to his teacher and she gave me great tips on how to make things less stressful. We’d set a timer to the appropriate time for one question then take a short break, we put his spelling words to music or turned it into a game. I’d even put chocolate chips on a plate in front of him and after each problem was done he could snack on a few (Yes, I reward with food. Don’t judge me!). The more fun we had, the better Ethan did with the work. Homework, over months of trial and error, became a much less stressful and much easier task, but that didn’t change the struggling in class.

Eventually came the testing and the psycho-educational evaluations. We did the Connor’s test in both households (his father and I are divorced) and both tests came back with different results because apparently his father and I see things differently… or we see different sides of our son.  Anyway, it was frustrating and difficult and for three years it was suggested that because Ethan has ADD (not AD*H*D) we should try medication because it would help him focus in school and he would be able to keep up with the curriculum without struggling.  

I understand that chemical imbalances do exist and that medication can be helpful to some, but on a personal level, knowing my son and what he was capable of, I do not believe that medication was ever the right choice for him.  His teachers were trying to help him, the school was doing everything they really could to help him succeed and it was really apparent that they all loved him and wanted him to do better, but whenever medication was suggested I put my foot down and insisted that we find other ways to handle the situation. His father, thankfully, agreed.  My worry about using medication is that if he relied on the medication he would never learn how to focus on his own.  I learned on my own when I recognized what the problem was. Surely, he could do the same.

At first, I thought this would change quickly. I figured maybe he was too young and by second grade he’d be fine, but it only seemed to be getting worse.  The report card was getting worse, the conferences were getting more frustrating, and he didn’t seem to understand why or how to be a better student in the classroom and I couldn’t figure out any other ways to help him from my end, especially with him having to live with two separate households. 

I don’t think that Ethan has a chemical imbalance. I don’t think that he has a “disorder”.  I do believe he has a short attention span because I know I do and I can see it in him. I also think that we are simply quiet people and that is not what the workforce or what the school system is designed for.  It’s a go-getter world.  We’re taught to talk a lot, “get your name out there”, “be more outgoing” (I’m quoting people who have said these things to me along the years), “speak up for yourself!”. And while I understand the importance of these things now and I’ve learned that in order to get ahead, putting yourself “out there” means speaking up and it also means that sometimes the people with the loudest voices, even if they don’t really have anything to say, are the ones that take center stage.  I’ve also learned that if you stay quiet… people think there’s something wrong with you.

They thought I was dumb because I didn’t talk a lot in school and my brother wanted to help me do everything.  They thought something was wrong with my little sister because she was quiet in pre-school.  They thought Ethan had a learning disability because he was quiet when he’d just started kindergarten at age 5. Shyness is seen as social phobia. While social phobia is probably real, not all shy people are suffering from it. Some people are just… shy.

A few years ago I read this book called “Neither Wolf Nor Dog” by Kent Nerburn. I think I’ve referenced it before, but I’ll certainly do it again. It brought to light something that really clicked in my brain and it made me feel so much better about my experience with schooling.  The book is a narrative, Nerburn was asked by an Indian elder to write a book for him about his life.  The elder, going by Dan, had this to say about his experience in boarding school:

“I remember as a little boy in school. When the teacher would call on me I would sometimes want to think about my answer. She would get nervous and tap her ruler on the desk. Then she’d get angry at me and ask me if maybe I didn’t hear her or if the cat got my tongue.

“How was I supposed to think up my answer when I could see her getting upset and nervous and knew that the longer I waited the worse it would be? I’d end up saying one word or, ‘I don’t know.’ I’d say anything to get her away from me. Pretty soon they said I was stupid.

“I remember one teacher telling me I needed to learn how to think. She really didn’t care about my thinking. She just wanted me to talk. She thought talking meant thinking. She was never going to be happy unless I started talking the second she called on me. And the longer I talked, the happier she would be. It didn’t even matter what I said. I was just supposed to talk.

“I wouldn’t do it. I thought it was disrespectful to talk when I didn’t have anything to say. They said I was a bad student and that I was dumb. (p. 66)

When I read that… I was so happy. I realized “Oh my God it’s not just me..” Ha!  And it’s true! So true! Next time you’re in class, or at work in a meeting, or even just out and about… listen to people. Listen to the people who are talking and being animated and consider their words. Sometimes they really are saying something. Most of the time they just want to make noise.  If you really want to test the theory–go quiet.  If you don’t have anything important to say, if you don’t have anything *nice* to say, or if you just want to think about your answer instead of feeling like you need to blurt out anything just to appease someone else… Go quiet. See how long it takes for someone to get antsy and speak up just to fill the void in the air. 

Anyway, that’s going a bit off topic. My point is… Nothing’s wrong with you if you’re quiet. Nothing’s wrong with you if you want to take extra time to think about your answer, to figure out a problem, or if it takes time to understand the work that’s set in front of you… It’s just that we are living in a fast paced world and if you’re not processing things as fast as everyone else, it’s going to frustrate the people that want you to move faster.

Now, going back to Ethan and the whole point of this post.  Last year was a particularly rough year. I sat down with Ethan (who was 10 at the time) and explained to him why his classroom habits needed to change and that everyone was there to help him figure out how to focus, because when he was focused and on task, he did great.  I also told him that we were going to try to change his diet, exercise, and sleep habits to see if that would help him focus better in school. I told him that we were doing this because his problems focusing in class were bringing his grades down and if he wanted to succeed he needed to get passing grades. I also told him that if he only continues to get worse, medication will eventually be an option to consider. At that time, I really wasn’t monitoring his nutrition intake, even if he was eating healthy. He’d go to bed when I felt like sending him to bed, but he was pretty active so we didn’t have to change that. 

From that point on, bedtime was 10pm. Still a little late for most kids, but he didn’t get up until 7:30, and with my schedule sometimes we just didn’t get home until late. I started making him breakfast every morning. We’re vegan, so it was a whole grain bagel with peanut butter, tofu scramble, vegan sausage and sometimes kale, and a glass of fortified soymilk.  At the very least if we were running late, he had the bagel with the peanut butter. Whatever he ate had to be packed with protein. For lunches I packed him a peanut butter sandwich on whole wheat bread, again, packing on the protein, and his snack would be a cliff bar or some fruit. The cliff bars became his favorite. Sure, they’ve got sugar in them, but since he’s 11 and doesn’t eat many other sugars, it wasn’t gonna hurt. He also got tired of the peanut butter after awhile so I started packing him tofurkey sandwiches with greens, too.  The important thing was to make sure he had high protein and some carbs all day to keep him alert. All of these changes were made in addition to talking about his educational goals and praying every morning for God to help him focus in school and learn as much as he could.

Well, it’s been about a year now and let me tell you.  As of the last meeting I had with Ethan’s teacher and counselors… he is meeting or exceeding in all of his educational goals. ….!!!!! He’s doing so well that special education assistance is no longer necessary. I was so happy when they told me this that I requested his teacher pull him out of class so that I could give him a hug and tell him the news myself as well as how proud I was of him. His teacher said that he does have trouble focusing from time to time but he sees Ethan noticing his own distractions and pulling himself back to the task at hand and he’s not worried about Ethan falling behind the rest of the class. 

 When I told Ethan, he was very happy. He knows he’s on the right track now. He knows that he has the power to succeed and that he has everything he needs to do it. He can see the difference when he doesn’t eat right and when he doesn’t sleep well.  He’s seen his own prayers answered. He says he wants to be a doctor when he grows up and I’m sure that if he continues on this path, he will be. And we did it all without the meds…





The Voice Audition, Philly 2014

What’s up, reader?!

How are ya? Good? Good!

So I tried out for The Voice on Saturday.  Wanna know how it went? Okay, I’ll tell ya!

All joking aside, I’m not really sure how to start this blog so I figured I’d make it all customer service-y. On Saturday 1/11/14 my friend Sarah and I went to the Philadelphia Convention Center to try out for The Voice.  Now, if you’ve been paying any attention to my other social networking pages this isn’t news and you might be tired of hearing about it, but I’m still getting a lot of questions so I figured a recap is in order!

My family and friends had been bugging me to try out for The Voice for a long time now so I figured eh. Why not?! The worst that could happen is I don’t make it on and I waste a few hours of my life, and the best that could happen is I get famous and win a record contract! So definitely worth a shot. I signed up online and started looking for a song choice.  Now.. I’ve tried out for American Idol twice and never made it past the first round (except for the American Idol Experience in Hollywood Studios, FL. I made it to the finals for that!) and I wondered if it was because of my song choice.  I was also really curious about how they pick their contestants and how much like Idol their audition process was. I figured it can’t be too much different since it’s an open casting call.

I have to admit, I had never even watched The Voice before. I knew the general idea behind it and I knew who the judges were and I’m a huge fan of both Christina Aguilera and Adam Levine, but I don’t know that much about the other judges.  So I spent a lot of time on their website, reading their rules, what to expect, and any little bit of helpful information that I could find. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that they do have a twitter page that’s specifically for hopefuls to give them tips for their audition and I learned that they prefer you to sing something contemporary and to try and make it your own instead of sounding exactly like the artist that recorded it.  I wanted to do something different, something other women probably won’t be singing, so I just kinda listened to the songs that I liked on the radio and then when Demons came on by Imagine Dragons I realized I found my song!

I don’t sing as low as the lead singer of Imagine Dragons, so I HAD to change the way the song sounded, which kind of forced me to really make the song my own.  When I figured out a way to sing it, I recorded it on YouTube and sent it out to all of you for opinions, suggestions, and any constructive criticisms and I got a lot!  At first, I’ll admit, it was hard to read some of it, because as much as an artist likes to hone their craft… nobody likes to hear that they’re less than perfect.  Thankfully I’m lucky enough to have some talented and helpful creative friends who gave me great feedback that I can use not only for the audition but for all of my singing!

Here’s the final video (before the audition!)

Okay, back to the audition.
If you don’t know my friend Sarah, I have to introduce you. She’s gorgeous, she’s talented, and she’s super fun and an awesome mom. Check her out!

We were scheduled for the 2pm group of auditions. When you register on The Voice website for the open calls, they send you an Artist Audition Pass for one of two groups on one of the audition days. The 7am group and the 2pm group. We arrived around 1:30… and we may or may not have gotten lost on the way.. which is sort of ridiculous since we’re both locals, but in our defense, we were just following the GPS (which took us to the other side of town..). So we really arrived around 1:45 after parking the car and such.

People were still lined up around the block, but it wasn’t too bad. We met a young singer from Boston named Savannah and we talked about music in our hometowns and whether or not it was JUST tea in my thermos until they let us inside. Once inside, they separated us into several long lines to get ready for bag check! So it was another bit of standing around and waiting. Everyone was chatting and getting to know the other contestants and I told Sarah that I was going to try and be more social this time because I’m really actually very shy. We met another woman who is a school teacher in Harrisburg and she was trying it out, too, and we discussed whether or not either of us will feel like going out after the auditions or not.

When I tried out for Idol, they told you to show up at 5am, even if the doors don’t open until 9am, because they want crowd shots. They have hype men and people walking around with cameras trying to get people to do silly things or asking people to sing and talk about themselves. It’s a fun experience, but it’s definitely a show start to finish.  The Voice was a little different. There were no hype men, no cameras…. actually NO CAMERAS. NO CAMERAS ALLOOWEED past the bag check.  So we took a few before we got that far.

Sarah FaceTiming her daughter in line.

After bag check they move you along to another line where they take your registration papers and send you to the next holding area. It was kind of nice, actually. Yes, you wait a long time, but it wasn’t unbearable, especially when you have friends to chat with.  After handing in our registration we were seated with about fifty or so people in one section and the crew members encouraged us to get up one by one and sing our audition songs. It helped warm our voices up and helped some of us get our jitters out.  Sarah wasn’t sure at first which song to sing, but she settled on Bruno Mars – Locked out of Heaven and she sang it pretty well in her My Little Pony dress.  I got up and sang my song, too and accidentally started too high, even though I was checking my pitch every 2 seconds making myself even more nervous. I recovered well, thanks to all those hours of practice!

After that, we moved to a smaller room and did more of the same. Took a seat and everyone got up to sing their song one by one. We met another young up and comer, Willow Amoros, from New York who was super nervous but sounded amazing! I really hope he posts music online and puts himself out there some more! Then as the amount of people in the room began to dwindle, Sarah and I said a quick prayer.

Finally they led us out ten by ten and took us to the audition rooms. Where we waited in line a lil’ more. See… if I was doing this alone I probably would have been taking all this waiting time and going insane and nervous out of my mind, but I had a friend with me and I was talking to the other contestants. During the Idol auditions, people were singing everywhere. It was really loud and you basically have the run of the stadium which means I got up a lot and walked around, singing my audition song for practice while everyone else was doing the same. It was actually sort of inspiring.  But for The Voice.. Everyone was quiiieeet…  We met a psychologist who shared some relaxation techniques and we joined Willow in another prayer before they finally let us in.  I think I left my thermos on the chair outside the audition room 😦

So. One producer (or scout?) was seated at a desk in the middle of the room with our registration papers and a laptop. Five seats on either side of the room and one green line. The woman was very kind and seemed genuine enough with her introduction and well wishing, and then one by one each of us got up and sang our audition pieces. I would say 8-10 of the people nailed it. Myself and Sarah included. I remember being not so impressed with one or two of the other songs, but I can’t remember who or why, so it must not have been that bad. I hit every note I wanted to, started in the right key, felt great while I was singing, made eye contact occasionally (too much makes me feel creepy) and felt like I had a good presence… overall I was happy with my audition and almost certain that I made a good impression and that I’d hear those magical words…..
And then she very kindly advised us that none of us made it to the next round. She didn’t give any feedback or tips or any sort of reason why, they simply say “You all did very well, unfortunately I’m not going to pass anyone on to the next round. Thank you so much.” In so many words.

Earlier in the morning, Sarah had said, “God please let this be a painless day”. I’d have to say that it was pretty painless.

“And I didn’t even have to use my A-K. “