Autism and Being Thankful for Little Things

Thanksgiving is only a few days away and for the last two weeks, Casey has been patiently reciting everything she wants to eat that day – turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce – and on and on.  When you ask what she is thankful for, she is as likely to say Elmo as family or friends.  And that’s ok.  Sometimes, the things I’m thankful for may not make sense to anyone else, either.

For several years, I was thankful for unlimited texting and minutes on my cell phone.  Mandy and Cory were in Texas and we missed them so much.  It helped Casey and Rob to hear their voices.  Skype was another thing to be thankful for – the pictures of Casey and Rob smiling when they saw Mandy are priceless to me.  The absolute love they have for Cory and Mandy disproves the whole “people with autism don’t feel emotions” stuff.

I am thankful for camp weekends.  I just picked the kids up from Echoing Hills.  They had another great weekend there and enjoyed going to the local Lions Club Minstrel Show (who would have ever imagined Rob would like that?).  When they saw me, they smiled their beautiful smiles and leaned for hugs.  I got tears in my eyes when I saw a volunteer from the camp to go the car and say goodbye to the kids and ask for hugs.  The volunteers and camp employees are blessings to our family – I just hope that they know how much we love them!

I am thankful that, despite terrible meltdowns and way too much head-banging, Casey never got hurt.  She put her head through two glass windows  and never got a scratch.  I am thankful that my “no fears” son never did any permanent damage, despite stitches, broken bones and a helicopter flight to the children’s hospital.  I am also thankful for hair coloring – I am not ready for all those gray hairs to show!

I am thankful for the friends and family who support me and the kids.  Some, I haven’t seen for years and some I’ve never met.  But, thanks to the internet and Facebook, I’ve met people who know exactly what I mean and understand without judging.  I know many families who pull apart when a person has special needs – my family is close and I lean on all of them (and that includes the ones who live far away!)

I am thankful that Mandy doesn’t resent her sister and brother.  Growing up between two siblings with autism wasn’t easy for her, but she is still their biggest defender and one they run to when they need something.

I’m thankful for a best friend who lets me vent, cry on her shoulder or threatens to kick my butt when I need it.  Casey and Rob love spending time with Tracie – and ask for her when mom says no!

I’m thankful for a job and co-workers that support us.  When there is a problem with the kids, I’m able to go deal with it without repercussions at work.  My co-workers know that sometimes, I just need a hug and they are always willing to do that for me.

I am thankful for the day hab where the kids spend their days.  They enjoy being there and have made friends.  I am also thankful for the staff that doesn’t show their frustration with Rob or Casey when they are having a bad time.  (Rob’s obsession with paper clips is also causing my gray hair!)

I am also thankful for Sesame Street, ipads, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, wind pants and muscle shirts, heavy blankets, head phones, Wizard of Oz, Willy Wonka, legos, color by numbers, cardboard, bubble wrap, slippers, wonderful doctors, coloring books, crayons, clay, socks, ice cold coke, snickers bars, dark chocolate and cheese crackers.  Without these, our days would be very long!

Sometimes, life with autism makes it really hard to find anything to be thankful for.  Between sensory issues, meltdowns, therapies, doctors, school, work and home, sometimes, getting through the day is all you can think of.  Been there, done that.  Sometimes, downing a coke is all that kept me going.  I know it isn’t good for me, but I figure it’s better than other options.

Maybe you can be thankful your child didn’t get hurt during their latest meltdown.  Be grateful for the silence when they finally wear themselves out.  Be thankful that they are willing to eat something – even if it is the same things day after day.  When you are exhausted, look for the smallest things to give you hope and strength to go on.  Be thankful that no matter what, your child loves you more than anything – even if they can’t say the words.  Look in their eyes – you will see it.

One last thing I am very thankful for – for the opportunity to share our lives with each of you.  My greatest hope is that readers can find laughs and hope in our journey- to know that they are not alone and that life does get better.  Only through sharing awareness can we get the acceptance our kids desperately need.