Posts Tagged ‘autism blog’
We Get Forever Together
This morning I was trying to distract your baby brother by doing This Little Piggy on his toes. I was exhausted. You had been up since 3:45 AM and the baby had been up 4 times throughout the night. It was safe to say mama was not in the best mood. But you boys were. Happy as can be. Loud. Running. Laughing. Getting into everything. I grabbed your brother and plopped him up in the chair and started saying the words in my overly dramatic way. ‘This LITTLE piggy went…
Read MoreA Friendship Blossoms
Autism can be hard to understand especially for a toddler. All my son wants is just a relationship with his older brother, who up until a few months ago wanted nothing to do with him. Two boys with completely different personalities: Nicholas who is laid back, keeps to himself, quiet (most of the time), and has autism; and Daniel who is outgoing, social, independent, strong willed, and most of all, persistent. For a long time I didn’t know if my boys would have a good relationship with each other. I…
Read MoreTime is a Thief
Twenty months old. That’s how old you were when we welcomed your sister into our family. You wouldn’t go near her at first, and even now you rarely act like you notice her. Leading up to her arrival everyone would ask if you were excited to have a baby sister. They would ask if you showed interest in my growing belly. You didn’t notice it one bit. It didn’t phase you even a little. They would talk about how fun it would be to have two so close in age.…
Read MoreI Cried
I cried when you were diagnosed. I cried because I thought I did something to cause it. I cried because I wondered if I would ever hear your voice. I cried because I wanted you to live the childhood I imagined for you. I cried because I wanted you to have a typical relationship with your sibling. I cried because I worried that you wouldn’t have the capacity to learn. I cried because I worried that you wouldn’t have the capacity to love or be loved. I cried because you…
Read MoreOur Kids are Life Long Learners
If I could go back in time, 6 years ago, and tell myself one thing and one thing only…it would be… Let me paint the picture for you first. I was just given a lifelong diagnosis for my child but no direction on how to help him. I was a scared mama. I was 28. This was my first baby. We lived in rural Minnesota and there was no help. No other kids like our son. I wasn’t hearing positive things either. Instead I was told things like, he will…
Read MoreMaybe It’s About Being Real
I’m the kind of person who is always searching for some big cosmic reason for things. I search for answers. Signs. I think way too much. I wonder why and how. I wonder how it all ends. As I get older, I’m learning that maybe it isn’t so much about understanding why. Maybe it’s about becoming the best version of yourself so you can become the best parent, advocate, protector, and teacher for your child. Maybe it’s about showing the world how amazing life can be when it turns out…
Read MoreMy Child is Bright
Now, lets rewind to the time my son Danny was born. In the back of my mind I always knew there was something not right. I used my mothering instinct and knew something was wrong when Danny screamed and screamed without being soothed with anything possible in this world as a baby. By the time he was three years old, he had no language, no words, or even nonverbal communication was void. After much advocating, Danny was finally diagnosed at age three. ABA therapy was the best therapy at the…
Read MoreThe First Time The Word Autism Scared Me
I didn’t allow myself to feel any of the emotions that came with his diagnosis. I didn’t walk out of his appointment any different than walking in. It hit me about 3 weeks later. When the letter arrived. At his appointment, we discussed ABA. We discussed the hours. We discussed how we needed this for him to start speech. I walked out feeling relieved. I know that’s a total opposite emotion than you would expect. To me it was finally being heard. Finally getting him the services he needed to…
Read MoreNo Expectations Allows Me To Be A Better Parent
And here I sit again, in my car, crying. This seems to be the place I cry the most. After IEP meetings. After doctor’s appointments. After birthday parties. I usually know when I’m going to end up crying. You see, I’m always prepared. I don’t usually have a choice in that matter. I call it prepared grief. I can see it coming weeks in advance. We have done enough IEP meetings, doctor’s evaluations, and birthday parties that just don’t go the way we planned. This still doesn’t mean that it…
Read MoreThe Secrecy of Aggressive Behaviors
When your child hurts you… It’s happening in homes all over the country. Including ours. What would you do if a random stranger came up on the street and slapped you? Well, depending on how my mood was and how many hours of sleep I got the night before, I assume I’d either call the police or puck them right back. Both are natural reactions. But what do you do when it’s your own kid hurting you? When the frustration of not being understood gets to be too much for…
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