Month: March 2017

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A Proud Autism Mom

A Proud autism mom

Every parent loves to brag about their children.  You want everyone to know about the awards your child has won or how well they are doing in school.  You want to share the details of their latest accomplishment with anyone who will listen.  I’m a proud autism mom.

When you have a child with a disability, you are no less proud of your child.  Pride comes even easier when you know how hard your child has struggled with even the simplest things.  Unfortunately, not everyone understands why you are so excited because your child ate a new food.  They don’t get why it’s amazing that your little one slept through the night or actually wore a new shirt!

I get it – and so will thousands of other parents like me.  I laugh about some of the phone calls I made to my friends or parents because I was so excited that Rob wore a shirt that wasn’t striped (when he was in elementary school, every t-shirt had to be striped with no pockets.)  I remember texting Mandy when she lived in Texas just to tell her that Rob tasted a new food!

I remember being close to tears watching Casey sing in her first talent show.  She was so excited (I thought I was going to get sick from nerves!) and she did it!   Or how about the time they both told the waitress at the restaurant what they wanted – after reading the menu!  Only another special needs parent would understand my celebration – and celebrate I did!

Our milestones may not match what others do, but who cares?  They are milestones – and we made it!  All of the stress and tears were worth it  because our kids reached for the sky and touched the stars.  Who knows just how far anyone of them will go?  Think about how far your child has already come and dream away!  Never let anyone tell you not to dream.

Your dreams may be of a full night of sleep or of a child who is finally potty-trained.  You may dream of watching your favorite TV show without sound effects from the child beside you.  Maybe you dream about watching your child graduate from high school.  Go for it!

There were many days (and I’m sure that the kids’ teachers knew this) that I just wanted to give up on school.  I was tired of fighting for what they needed (and I mean for Mandy, too!) and just wanted to give up.  We made it, though – Casey and Rob both graduated with diplomas, not just certificates of completion.

Yesterday, I was lucky enough to be able to watch Casey and Rob compete in a track and field day for adults with special needs.  For the first time, Rob RAN his entire race!  I couldn’t hold back the squeals – I was so excited for him.  He was having fun and I loved seeing that.  My heart was bursting as I watched each of them win 4 ribbons of different colors.  Casey is more excited about the ribbons than Rob is, but I did catch him looking at his once with a smile on his face.

So, yes, I’m one proud mom.  What makes me proud may not be what other parents brag about, but I don’t care – and you shouldn’t, either!  Brag about every little accomplishment your child makes!  You both deserve it!  Enjoy every minute – take tons of pictures and relax!  You got this!

 

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A Birthday!

Autism Diagnosis

It’s hard for me to believe it, but in just a few days, my sweet Casey will be 29!  No, it doesn’t make me feel old at all, but it is a good time to think back to how far she has come.

When I took her for her first specialist visit, I was pretty sure we would be told she had autism, so it wasn’t much of a shock.  This was in the early 90’s and autism wasn’t very well known at the time.  My mom had read a book, shared it with me and we both knew autism was causing Casey’s problems.

The worse part of that first doctor visit was the book that the doctor recommended I read.  He said it was one of the best available (remember, this was a long time ago!) and I bought it immediately.  That was simply the scariest book I have ever read.

I read that she would probably never be potty-trained or be able to communicate in any meaningful way.  I learned that I may have more children on the spectrum and that those children would always require total care.

I wish I could find the author of that book now.  I would send him pictures of my kids as they run out to the shuttle for another day of work.  I would send him videos of Casey singing in talent shows and of Rob laughing with friends.  I would show him the amazing artwork they do and the way Rob builds with Legos.

I would show him how Casey can figure out what day of the week any date has fallen on.  People love to ask her what day they were born on – even many, many years ago.  I am sure it is a math equation – which makes me wonder how she can do that in her head, but struggles with simple math. (Actually, I know it’s  because she loves dates and hates math! )

Only those who knew Casey as a little girl realize just how far she has come.  Snow days are no longer reasons to scream the day away.  Sensory issues don’t cause as much pain, as we have learned how to help her – and she has matured enough to be able to ask for help.

So in a few days, we’ll celebrate the birth of this amazing young woman with Cookie Monster cupcakes, ice cream and presents and as I watch her blow out the candles, I’ll be thinking of the little girl who tried for years, but simply couldn’t get close enough to the candles to blow them out.  I’ll remember the tears we all shed on her 9th birthday when she was finally able to do it!

Keep us in mind on your tough days.  Your little ones will have terrible days, but with your love and support, you’ll be celebrating little joys, too!

Keep smiling and laughing!
Jen

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Welcome to Autism, Apples and Kool Aid

Autism and Siblings

Welcome to the first post on Autism, Apples and Kool Aid. I’m the mom of three amazing kids – and a wonderful son-in-law! My oldest daughter, Casey, and my son, Rob, both have moderate autism. Our autism journey started almost 28 years ago and what a wild ride it’s been!

I’m not here to tell you that autism is easy – but it isn’t the terrible disaster that so many seem to think it is, either. My hope for this blog is to share my circus in the hope that families who are on this journey with us will share our laughs and our tears – but ultimately realize all of our kids are our most precious gifts.

The name for this blog came from one day that is stuck in my memory. A day which has proved that, sometimes, autism sucks, but sometimes, it’s our reaction that causes more problems.

Rob was 13 or so at the time and we had just finished remodeling our dining room. I was in another room when I heard thump, rumble, rumble, crash, splash and Rob’s giggles. What the heck? As I ran towards the sounds, I heard it again – thump, rumble, rumble, crash, splash and giggles. I found Rob in my beautiful dining room with an apple in his hand and red Kool Aid running down my walls.

It took a second to see the plastic cups of Kool Aid lined up on the table and for the dots to connect. “Don’t throw that….” I shouted as he launched the apple across the table. It connected squarely with the next cup in line. The cup flew in the air, the Kool Aid went everywhere and Rob doubled over giggling. I just stood there and looked.

When he picked up another apple, I sprang into action and grabbed the apple from him. He laughed, hugged my legs and took off for his room. I was left standing there watching red Kool Aid run down my walls, off my curtains, down my windows and drip from the ceiling fans. I was furious! What in the world possessed him to do something like this? He had gone bowling a few days before and I guess he decided to make his own at home.

It took me forever to get the room cleaned up. All the while, I’m mumbling not so nice words under my breath. Steam was probably coming out of my ears by the time I got done. I mumbled about autism… about red Kool Aid… about sticky floors… about not being able to handle this anymore. I’ll admit, my anger took over. Now, this is funny. At the time, I was ready to explode.

Finally, the room was clean. I was sweating like crazy and still mad about the mess…. and I flipped the ceiling fan on. You guessed it – in my anger, I had forgotten to clean those blades…. and little spots of Kool Aid flew all over the room again. My temper exploded and I began to clean again.

But – after the anger passed, I realized that day taught me a valuable lesson about living with autism. Often, our reactions to what happens make problems worse. Had I stayed calm, I would have thought to clean the blades (I hope!). I wouldn’t have been so hot to flip the fan on. Had I just cleaned the room and laughed with Rob, I would have only had to do it once.

I’m not always successful, but I try – really hard – to make sure my reactions to my children’s behaviors don’t cause more problems for all of us. Sometimes, my reaction is simply to walk away until we are all calm. Walking away isn’t always bad.

So, welcome to my circus. Come back to soon and let’s learn together how to live, laugh and love with autism!

Jen