Parenting an adhd child.

So today is one of these days where I cry in the kitchen. I feel drained and lonely. And I have no-one to talk to. This is not unusual, but luckily we do have better periods to. But this is one of these shitstorms as I like to call them. In writing this maybe I’m able to sort my thoughts and maybe another mother can feel less alone then I do right now.

My child is most of the time a loving, creative and outgoing child. Emotional regulation has always been hard and to day was one of the days where he takes it out on me. Already when we woke up this morning everything went wrong. His clothes was wrong, the food and my voice was wrong. I prepared his school lunch and tried to stay out of the way so that he didn’t bring his anger to school.

When back from school I walked to greet him as I wished to have a nice time and play outdoors with him. He wanted no help from me, but he was happy playing in the snow. As soon as he got in, it all started again. And now I dread the weekend as my husband leaves for work.

I do everything for my kids. I love and guide them as well as I can. I’m no perfect parent. I don’t “belive” in such a thing. I am educated in child development, but this verbal abuse(and sometimes physical)… I don’t know what to do and it sucks. The parents that tell me it’s not so bad to raise an adhd child(possibly with autism too) obviously don’t raise one…

What hurts the most these days is that he shuts down. Won’t listen to anything, screams and treathen. He will say anything to make others hurt to. Most of all me. I feel childish. It hurts when he talks negative about everything and everything I do. And I just don’t understand why. Is he overwhelmed, is something troubling him or am I just the failure that he tells me?

It’s also frustrating how others seem to have the need to normalize this. All parents struggle, and raising kids is hard on everyone. My child is wired differently than most. And when I tell you it’s hard. Would you please just listen and support? When I tell you it’s hard, I’m not saying my child isn’t wonderful, cool, kind, and fun. I’m telling you, I get tired, that I give my all to this wonderful human being. I give everything and yet it is not enough. I need to refuel myself and feel appreciation. Please don’t take my honesty as criticism towards my child. It’s my way of telling you I struggle. I could need your help. To do an activity without kids, that you accept the turbulence it might be to be with us. To show interest and to refuel both me and my family with positive experiences. It takes a village to raise a child it’s said.

Where is my village?

Fรธlelser. Nรฅr barn viser sinne… ikke legg til skam.

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I arbeidet med barn og unge har jeg observert og kjent pรฅ deres sinne og frustrasjon. I noen sammenhenger blir det kalt utagering, utfordrende atferd eller atferdsproblemer(sรฆrlig nรฅr det er mye av det). Barn som skriker, slรฅr, sparker og รธdelegger. ร˜delegger matrielle goder og relasjoner.De kan komme til รฅ skade seg selv eller de rundt dem. Disse barna kan kreve at andre skal komme seg vekk, holde seg unna. “Uoppdragene”, “krevende” og “vanskelige”. Noen til og med omtalt som hรฅplรธse eller umulige.

Ingenting provoserer meg mer enn at mennesker som jobber med barn og unge, eller har dem i livet sitt, legger skylda og makten pรฅ barna. At problemet ligger i dem og de mรฅ fikses. Det er sรฅ enkelt รฅ jobbe med mennesker om det er slik man ser det. Gi staffettpinnen til barnet, sรฅ hva? La han eller henne lรธpe til h’n stuper? Er det pedagogikk? Er det relasjonskompetanse? Hva lรฆrer man av det?

De sinte barna jeg har mรธtt sรฅ langt i livet, har all rett til รฅ vรฆre sinte! Livet har vรฆrt ubarmhjertig mot noen. Skadelige oppvekstvilkรฅr, traumatiske opplevelser, mobbing(ogsรฅ traumatisk), utestengelse, manglende mestring, blant sรฅ mange andre ting. For hรธye krav og forventninger. Uklare, for vide eller for snevre rammer.

Barn og unge som blir ydmyket av sine omgivelser, som fรฅr beskjed om รฅ skjerpe seg. Si unnskyld. Ett barn fortalte at den eneste kontakten med klassen var nรฅr h’n mรฅtte inn og si unnskyld. Unnskylde for sitt sinne.

Ingen unnskyldte barnet. Barnet som ble aktivt lรธyet til av de andre. Som gjerne ville, men aldri fikk innpass. Som ikke klarte รฅ skjule og manipulere som de andre barna. Barnet som utrykket sine sรฅrede fรธlelser med sinne. Verbalt og truende fysisk. Som om ikke de hรฅnende kommentarerene, latterliggjรธringen, lyvingen, avvisningen og mobbingen var noe รฅ bli sint for. Fordi barnets reaksjon var utilslรธrt, styrt av alarmsystemet i hjernen. Forsvaret, kampen og flukten. Den konstante avvisningen og falske inkluderingen setter spor i en liten kropp som har avvisning som sitt stรธrste reportear av relasjonelle erfaringer.

Barn som er blitt valgt ut for รฅ vรฆre skrudd sammen annerledes. Terget og presset. Til ballongen sprekker. Slag, spark og dytting. Ute av kontroll. De andre blir ofrene. Gjemmer seg, grรฅter, henter voksne. Barnet fรฅr kjeft. Skam deg, det er ikke lov…

Hva da er ikke lov? ร… sette grenser for seg selv? ร… vรฆre sint? ร… stรฅ opp for sine egne grenser? ร… si stopp, dette er for vanskelig for meg? ร… fรฅ nok? ร… bekytte seg selv eller andre? Hvis ingen lytter til dine meldinger om at du ikke liker det, at det ikke er gรธy, at du har fรฅtt nok…. grensen er nรฅdd. Du har prรธvd รฅ be om hjelp eller kanskje har ingen vist seg verdig til รฅ vรฆre din stรธtte. Hva skal du gjรธre da? Man blir aktivert! Alramen gรฅr, rullgardina gรฅr ned og kroppen gjรธr det kroppen “mรฅ”

Sinne aktiverer amygdala -det sympatiske nervesystemet. Nรฅr aktivert settes en ยซkjemp eller flyktยป-reaksjon i gang. Du er i ยซoverlevelsesmodusยป, amygdala kontroll over hjernen din. Det finnes ikke tid for en rolig og gjennomtenkt tanke, det gjรธr det vanskeligere รฅ tenke klart, impulsiviteten har regien. Automodus som jeg kaller det.

Man er da utenfor toleransevinduet. Det er det “vinduet” der vi er mottakelige for lรฆring og utvikling. Vi er trygge, passe avslappet, passe aktiv, hjernen er “รฅpen”. For dialog og for รฅ se pรฅ tidligere hendelser i nytt lys. Noen er raskt tilbake i toleransevinduet, andre trenger lenger tid. For รฅ kommunisere med noen som har havnet utenfor dette “vinduet” Mร… man ha is i magen! Man mรฅ ogsรฅ tรฅle รฅ hjelpe barnet inn i tolernase igjen. Gjรธre noe hyggelig, gi omsorg og nรฆrhet.

Barn slรฅr, i barnehagen, pรฅ skolen og hjemme. Noen mer og noen mindre. De slรฅr i mangel pรฅ sprรฅk, i mangel pรฅ forstรฅelse, i kommunikasjon om grenser.

Selv hadde jeg ett barn som forsรธkte รฅ slรฅ seg vekk fra skolen. Fordi forventningene var for hรธye. Rammene for trange eller uklare og kravene for store. Han visste ikke selv hvorfor, men alarmen gikk.

Vi voksne visste det i forkant. Vi hadde forsรธkt รฅ komme i dialog med skolen. Vi visste at han overveldes av folkemengder, lyder og berรธring. At voksne sรฅ mange ganger fรธr har kjeftet og kalt ham umulig for at han handler som han gjรธr. Han har blitt straffet, gjort narr av og terget. Fรฅtt “konsekvenser”, blitt fjernet fra fellesskapet.

Nรฅr barn er sinte mรฅ vi lete etter รฅrsak. Hva er det vi kan endre rundt denne situasjonen. Hvor mange ganger har man ikke hรธrt at man ikke kan forandre andre. Hvorfor mener da sรฅ mange at det kan vi gjรธre med barn. Ikke en gang fengslene vรฅre tror pรฅ straff.

Rehabilitering vet vi funker. Dersom man ikke rehabiliteres, havner man bare tilbake i straffesystemet. Hvis man vil endre ett atferdsuttrykk eller skadelige handlemรฅter mรฅ man faktisk lรฆre og erfare nye handlingsalternativer! Rammene mรฅ endres og tilpasess.

Automodus betyr stopp!! Jeg har fรฅtt nok!! Jeg kan ikke dette!! Jeg er presset og nรฅ skal jeg vekk!!

Mange av barna som viser sinne blir fjernet fra situasjoner, de fรฅr “konsekvenser”, blir “satt pรฅ plass”. Ofte uten mรฅl og mening. Basert pรฅ den aktuelle voksne sin private “ryggsekk”, sine erfaringer med reaksjoner pรฅ sinne. Slรฅr ofte ned pรฅ uakseptabel atferd.Men de de egentlig trenger er at noen lytter og leter etter รฅrsak og hjelper til med รฅ endre forutsetningene i situasjonen.

Forstรฅ meg rett! Man skal ikke slรฅ, true, skremme eller skade andre. Da mรฅ man fรฅ hjelp ut av situasjonen. Men det er ALLTID en grunn til sinne! En grunn til aktivering av automodus!

For รฅ hindre automodus hos barn, mรฅ voksne lytte og lete. Bรฅde til det barna sier og ikke sier. Det de ser i situasjonene. De mรฅ eie ansvaret for รฅ gjรธre det overkommerlig og hรฅndterbart for hver enkelt. De voksne mรฅ prรธve seg frem og lete etter รฅrsaker og tilpasninger i miljรธet og eliminere etter tur. Hvis barnet ikke selv kan forklare hvorfor, sรฅ mรฅ du som voksen vri om “nรธtta” til du finner rett vei. Slik at barnet ikke trenger gรฅ i automodus, men kan formidle sitt sinne med ord eller ta valg som beskytter dem. De mรฅ ha ett handlingsrom som inkluderer dรฅrlig fรธlelser og som tรฅler dem!

Visste du at (i min kommune) registrerer alle barnehager fysisk tvang som avvik, mens skolene bare registrerer vold mot voksne? At selv om barnehagene har velutviklede rutiner som fremmer refleksjon og barneperspektivet, sรฅ har skolene ingen rutiner for dette. Barnet skal mestre alt og “oppfรธre” seg i skolen, ellers er det avvik fra barnet. Barnets ansvar. Noen voksne driver med straff og belรธnning. Du fรฅr ikke gรฅ ut i friminuttet fordi du ikke var grei, du fรฅt ikke stjerner, du fรฅr streker, ved tredje strek ringes det hjem. Barn fรฅr beskjed om รฅ oppfรธre seg langt utover mestrings nivรฅ og straffes for รฅ falle utenfor.

Det skal alltid vรฆre en mรฅlsetning รฅ hjelpe barnet รฅ mestre! Det er ikke noe barnet klarer av seg selv, det mรฅ de รธve pรฅ. Og de mรฅ oppleve forstรฅelse og det mรฅ formidles verktรธy. Som en klok kollega sa en gang, hvis du skal ta vekk ett verktรธy, mรฅ du erstatte det med noe annet. Vi mรฅ hjelpe barna รฅ forstรฅ hvorfor sinnet oppstรฅr og formidle sine grenser fรธr de mister kontroll. Hvis noen fortsetter รฅ trรฅkke pรฅ dine eller andres grenser er du faktisk nรธdt til รฅ agere!

Vรฆr en god voksen og spรธr deg selv; Hva skjedde i forkant av denne episoden? Hva skjedde i situasjonen? Hva gjorde den voksne i situasjonen? Hvordan reagerte barnet pรฅ det? Hva kan gjรธres for รฅ unngรฅ slike situasjoner igjen? Hva kan gjรธres for at barnet mestrer denne situasjonen? Hvordan kan situasjonen reparers, slik at alle parter kommer ut av det litt sterkere, litt klokere?

Jeg gir applaus til alle barn som stรฅr opp for seg selv og for andre. Vi trenger en generasjon med mot til รฅ sette sine grenser og begrensninger. Vi trenger barn som krever รฅ bli lyttet til om vi ikke lytter nok.

Vi mรฅ tรฅle sinne! Vรฅrt eget og andres. Vi mรฅ lรฆre videre รฅ undersรธke hva det blir trigget av og hvordan man bedre kan formidle disse grensene! Sinne er en verdifull fรธlelse som kan gjรธre oss resiliente, sterke, tydelige og trygge.

En egenerfaring for รฅ tรฅle og mรธte sinne er at det er lurt รฅ lage noen regler for akseptabelt sinne. Hjemme hos oss er det ikke lov รฅ รธdelegge ting, slรฅ og man mรฅ begrense hvor stygge ting man kan si(minsten med adhd kan si voldsomme og uhyggelige ting). Men i det vi tok dette vekk ble vi ogsรฅ enige om hva som ER lov hjemme hos oss.

Det ER lov รฅ trampe hardt i trappa(det trigger egentlig mitt sinne voldsomt, men jeg mรฅ bare lukke รธrene og gรฅ vekk), kaste puter, bamser eller liknende i gulvet(ikke pรฅ noen), roping er ok, men helst pรฅ sitt eget rom. Dersom man har behov for รฅ si stygge ting til andre kan man skrive det ned eller tenke det inni seg. Det er ogsรฅ greit รฅ smelle med dรธrer. Det er lov รฅ vรฆre alene, men det er ogsรฅ lov รฅ vรฆre med noen. Kos og regulerende lek fungerer ogsรฅ godt for รฅ roe ned.

For รฅ roe ned frustrasjon(ofte fรธr eller etter sinneutbrudd(unngรฅs ofte om du rekker รฅ skjรธnne at sinnet er pรฅ vei fรธr begeret renner over) kan man f eks benytte seg av noen thera-play inspirerte aktiviteter.

Nรฅr barna er litt pรฅ vippen i humรธret og trenger hjelp til รฅ komme ut av det, funker dette ofte for oss;

blรฅse ut lys sammen. Fokuset blir pรฅ รฅ regulere pusten og kan gjenntas til barnet ikke gidder mer๐Ÿ˜…

Mine barn har dรธpt en av reguleringslekene vรฅre “juling”(upassende som det er)..๐Ÿ™ˆDet er kroppslig herjelek i husets stรธrste seng. En kontrollert “brytekamp” med masse nรฆrhet og kos kamuflert som “kampsport”(jeg deler hjemmet med bare gutter).

Vi leker ogsรฅ at barnet er en pรธlse. Barnet ligger pรฅ ett teppe og jeg tar pรฅ ketchup og sennep, mens jeg stryker over barnet fra hodet og til tรฆrne. Deretter er det sprรธstekt lรธk. Da prikker jeg over hele barnet. Og til sist pakkes barnet godt inn i teppet, eller lompa da๐Ÿ˜…Det retter fokus mot kroppen og nรฆrhet, og jeg tror det aller beste er รฅ pakkes godt inn. Det gir en tett og trygg kroppsbevissthet og jeg har aldri opplevd at ikke barnet vil gjรธre det igjen og igjen og igjen og igjen og ig….. osv

Det hender ogsรฅ at vi tegner vรฆr pรฅ ryggen til hverandre. En tegner pรฅ ryggen med finger tuppen og den andre gjetter hvilket vรฆr det er. Av og til tegner vi fรธlelser ogsรฅ. Ogsรฅ en lek som retter oppmerksomheten mot kroppen og regulerer pusten. Regnvรฆr, lyn og torden, solskinn, vind, storm og tรฅke er av det vi tegner til hverandre. Det kan ogsรฅ vรฆre รฅ skrive noe. Fin lek som bidrar til felles fokus๐Ÿฅฐ

Heia sinte barn! Mรฅtte du ha voksne rundt deg som verdsetter at du kjenner dine grenserโค

Norwegian artist my “go to” music.

I want to share this amazing Norwegian singer/ songwriter with you. โค Siri Nilsen โค sings in Norwegian, but in my opinion her songs are so well composed, that they can touch you, without understanding the lyrics.

This particular song is(in my head) about not finding your path. You do the same repetitive mistakes. You’ve heard all the same advice befor. It seems like everybody has it all, get’s to where they want to be, and you just seem to get lost every time.

I think this is much like how the world today works. We are all on social media, showing only our best sides of life, or the vulnerable side, but only in a way that makes us look strong or independent. Like a constant job interview. We seek to get what we think others have, but yet a lot of us “fail”.

Is it so bad? Getting somwhere different than you planned? Discover new and surprising places? Isn’t that what life is all about? Listen to this song of Siri Nilsen and I will try to translate the lyrics below.

Where should you go? All the roads lead you to the wall. The wall contains old marks, of previous meetings with your forehead. Who do you listen to? When everyone is telling you the truth, but you’ve been told it all before. You keep wondering where to go, you need a new path now. The trains go as planned. People seem to get to where they want. You keep waking somewhere other than you planned. How far can hope take you, when you think your gonna make it this time, but you always take the same path. And you wonder; where you should go, you need a new path now. When you cannot take struggle anymore. You close your eyes and all you see is black, there is no markings on your map. Who is in on this fight. Who are you meeting for duel. The only one you keep meting is yourself. Again and again. How far can you go, how many times can you take path, again and again. You ask in your clearest voice. Where should I go

Reminds me of many life aspects. Like parenting. You think you know how to behave, how to guide. And yet, you continue using methods you don’t like. Or as I told my pre-teenager. “I’m sorry. I don’t yet own the tools, or have the skills on how to meet your needs and behavior right now. I have no good tools in my system. I’ll work on getting better”.

We parent differently than our parents(or most of us do). I am educated in child development. But I continue falling in to behavior that I was met with growing up. But I don’t want my kids raised like that. I want them to know there is always room for them, every part of them. Good and bad. Nothing can change my love for them. I want them to be kind. But not to put others over their own needs or beliefs. I want them to say no. To care for others, but not carry the weight of others problems.

I fail sometimes. Sometimes more, sometimes less. I apologize. I promise my self to grow. And be patient. With them AND my self. We are all leaving the train at the wrong station every now and then. The right station might even be closed. Sometimes we make mistakes. It doesn’t define us. It makes us more reflected, more aware. Keep awake next time, don’t fall asleep. Or maybe you find something you need.

Ask for directions. When you feel lost. Tell someone. Maybe they see things differently, maybe they’ve been at the wrong stop to. Maybe they know of beautiful places at your destinations? 

I am cheering for you! Mistakes makes you better with people. Don’t judge others or yourself. Give guidance!

Be generous with your self. Make mistakes. It shows your kids (and other people) it’s okay. Admit flaws! Give yourself time and love to get it right! Or seek joy and growth in your challanges.

The understanding adult in kindergarden doesn’t need to be a educational personnel! It takes an open heart

(although educatied adults are crutial in every institution that involves kids or other humanbeings).

How an assistant managed in one week, what permanent staff failed to do for a year.

I’ve worked with toddlers for five years, children with specialneeds for six years and children who cannot live with their families(for many different reasons) for five years. I also am raising two sons, one with adhd and possibly autism(highfunctioning). Turns out I too do have adhd.

First year in kindergarden was a nightmare. Several times a week they would call me. Told me he was unhappy, mabye sick. Crying a lot. I left work early to get him. The moment he saw me, he was joyful, happy, playful and well. They just couldn’t make him feel safe. They failed to engage him in their activites and the overlooked his challanges, not able to form their structure or activities to connect with him.

At one time they had an assistent for a week. She sat with him on her lap. Singing directly into his ear. Holding him close to her. Connected. He was smiling, leaning towards her, saying “more”. I was so happy. I even cried, I think. She told me “he needs me to be close. He asks me to sing again and again. He is so sweet. If I stop he gets miserable. He needs to at least hold my hand. So that we are physically connected “.

As the permantent staff problematised his behavoir, his tendensy to disrupt, not sitting still, hitting, not listening to commands and running away. They blamed it on poor behavior and bad parenting. I’m not joking. They said it was “suspicious” that he hit. Hinting that we might hit him and therefore he hit.

One to two years old hit. It’s communication! They don’t have the language skills and get out their frustration in hitting. Nothing weird about it. Also(we didn’t know at the time) he had loss of hearing. I don’t know how many times I’ve told coworkers and parents this.

Young children hit, its our job to understand why and help them communicate differently. Punishment is not the way. Neither is shame. We need to show that we understand, or try to. A toddler needs to be met and understood to develop good communication skills. Their expirience and feelings must be acknowleged for them to listen to ways to communicate their needs.

This lady looked at what she could do for him. She changed the structure of his day, changed her ways and met his needs. She worked to get connected. Gave safety and protection. The staff gave her a hard time told her she shouldn’t cuddle him and entertain him like that. They never used her as an assistant again. And they kept failing to meet his needs.

If you as an adult sees a child “acting out”. Not behaving as expected. You need to look at how to change the demands or structure around the child. It’s not for the child to change. They do not still have the tools to. To change behavior we need to change the surroundings and expectations.

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the enviromente in which it blooms. Not the flower(alexander den hejer).

Get your tools and get to it. Create better enviroment for a child who struggles to bloom. Adusjt the enviroment and expectations, not the child.

Ps. I am considering writing in my own language. My english is not that good, but I hope there are not too many big writing errors…

Why I write(now)

My first reaction when I feel something is to say it or write it. I write on impulse, before I think. Problem is my thoughts are running in every direction.

ALL THE TIME!

Thoughts about something I just read or saw. A genius business idea(seriously! I just never come up with how to actually making a living out of it. I don’t need to make much, but I’d like to keep our home and keep everyone fed).

Always ideas about how politics should be arranged. How to actually create strategies to build a healthy and productive community.

Creative thoughts like music videos(never have I ever made any), a dance, a book, jewelry or furniture to rearrange or create.

I get impatient with my own ideas. When it comes to the income side of an genius business I just get so tremendously bored. Why oh WHY do I need that boring money bullshit? Can’t someone just buy into my business, preferably with a lifetime salary and I’ll make this shit work? I’ll save the government loads of money by opening my business. There is just so much nonsense in my way.

Can’t I just be the creative creator and get a team for all the other tasks?

It’s like, nowadays you need to be a doctor to get the right help. You need to know what to check and specifically ask for it. Like when I invited a firm to tell me what building works needed to be done in our basement. I asked for advice and then hired them to do it. Halfway in the process they ask me why I wanted the old insulation gone. Like…. I hired you …..”#’*ยค to tell me because I’m a freaking child welfare worker. I know NOTHING about this old basement rebuilding stuff.

Is nobody an expert any more? Everyone is just supposed to google their brains out and educate themselves to be advocates, doctors, carpenters and building workers to get thing done right!

I want to be good enough, but then I can’t know it all. I’m just one of the ones good at only at a few thing, and in those I can always be better.

And I want to be able to give my best to the parts of my life I choose. I can never be enough if I also need to be my own doctor, my kids teacher, my carpenter or advocate.

My own boss though…. I most definitely could do that! I will do that!

As soon as I can concentrate long enough to find an income side to it all!

Back to writing(LOL)

I wish to rediscover my love for writing, using my urge to express my thoughts. Maybe some of it might be constructive for someone. I fear being vulnerable, to share my advice and views on subjects. I fear being personal, real and direct. I am… to those who know me. I want to find new paths to walk(or write). Maybe I can wake the writing ideas. A professional subject text, a personal fiction text, a poem(like I used to love).

I think I am searching for a new passion.

Whilst writing good-enough… I got an idea to write about good-enough parenting! Will be getting back to that in a later post ๐Ÿ˜‰

Flower for power

In a world of turbulence. In a world where society desides how you should look, dress and present yourself.

In a world filled with people in powerfull posisitions making poor desicions on behalf on all living creatures. War, pollution, jealusy, greed, ego, stress and poor politics… In a world where many stand alone in everyday stuggles. Where people are being silenced when standing up for human rights.

Where countries choose to undermine their people. Where people in power decide over girls education, self determination and liberation. Where women are told to be pretty, sucsessful, a good wife, a good mother and a professional. Pressure to be productive, happy, calm and sucsessfull. Contribute to society.

Be a flower. Any flower.

A rose or  sunflower . Be a weed if you like. A wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants. Grow and bloom in what ever way you can.                              Be colorful, fragile, friendly and useful. Spred joy to those that need your compassion, colors and growth. Spred love, wisdom and keep growing stronger.

Together the flowers can take the beating of the storm. And stretch for the sun when the storm has passed.

If you like me live in a place where flowers only bloom a couple of months a year. Be a snowfalke; 

My feelings aren’t fragile  

my heart isn’t bleeding.

I am a badass beliver in human rights.

My toughness is my tenderness.   

My strenght is in the service of others.  

There is nothing more fierce than formidable, unconditional love.    

There is nothing more couragious than compassion.      

But if my belief in equity, empathy, goodness and love indeed makes me or people like me snowflakes…   

Then you should know…   

  WINTER IS COMING. 

(Don’t know who to credit for this small game of thrones inspired poem, but I love it. Had to get it in there )