Hi! My name is Aubrey Bailey. I am
in the 7th grade at Lycoming Valley Middle School in Williamsport, PA
in the US, on the planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy.
I was born April 12, just as Halley's
comet was leaving. My Mom had a poster of a nebula on her wall.
When I was 15 mos. old, I pointed at it and asked, "What dat?" Mom said,
"Stars." "Stars," I repeated, "I go." "Yes, Aubrey. I believe
you will," She replied. I made my first pun around that time
too. Haven't stopped since.
When I discovered I didn't like that
much adventure, I changed my goals. Then, I was going to be the head
of NASA and send a team to Mars. But last year, I discovered my passion.
Writing. I wrote one book and I have many more stories in my head.
Here are some of my favorite sites:
Here I am. My parent's best child:
Mom talks: I think sometimes that we mothers of sons are assuming that boys feel the same things we would. But I am constantly struck by the self-reliance and independence of thought that these males exhibit. All my boys have androgynous names. When Aubrey was 5 and going to school, I asked him, "What are you going to do if someone says that Aubrey is a girl's name?" He answered simply, "I'll tell them that it is not." Now a little girl of that age, would instantly start worrying about how this might affect her peer acceptance. It is almost as if boys are oblivious to what people think.
Boys being boys: All the boys are given to
impulsive behavior. Esp. at escalators and trains. They put their feet
down and fall out of the stroller. They spout water in swimming pools.
They get on escalators and run backwards up them. The way we deal with
this is by not getting hyper ourselves when they decide to walk on the
tops of high walls. They all get lost once or twice, and then stay with
us from then on. If they fall, I pick up the pieces. You just can't take
the boy out of the boy, no matter what their diagnoses are. We take trips
when I have the energy. They are helping more to get ready, but not to
come back. We still do a lot. My kids who have ADHD and LDs, are occasionally
monsters in public. (Laying on the floor, screaming, and threatening me.)
The discussion on the ADD group indicates the best thing to do it to offer
an understanding smile and perhaps even offer to help. Yet when Curran
does this, everyone is sooooo sympathetic. I get tired of people telling
me I have my hands full. Little do they know, that there is so much more
than Curran to deal with. In his time, Aubrey has wrecked a toilet,
shorted out the cash register at Sears, laid on the floors in public places,
screaming, sprayed the car inside with a hose, urinated in places
I won't even mention, and helped coast a car down a hill. He won't
remember all this, but I will.
I also will always remember how Aubrey rubs people's
backs and takes care of his little brothers so gently and kindly.
Aubrey has a heart as big as the solar system. Just don't make
him angry.
