I have always loved Christmas. But, for many years, December was not always a magical month for us. Kids are always excited about Santa, but autism can throw a wrench into even the best laid plans.
For many years, as soon as Thanksgiving was over, Casey got irritable. Her meltdowns became even more frequent and even when she wasn’t melting, she was on edge. Knowing she was close to screaming kept me on eggshells, too. I knew she was excited about Santa. I knew she had a hard time waiting. What I didn’t know was what the actual problem was.
Everyone always asked her, “Have you been good this year?” Or said. “Santa won’t come if you aren’t good.” She is a literal thinker. I finally discovered – she was never sure she had been “good” enough for Santa to bring her gifts. She thought Mandy and Rob would get presents, but not her.
I won’t lie. I cried when I realized that. How terrible for her to think about that for a month every year and have no way of telling anyone why she was upset. And, of course, every time she got upset, she thought Santa was putting her on the “bad” list. Can you imagine wondering if you are good enough and not being able to talk about it?
To help with the waiting, we made paper chains and every night, they took turns tearing a link off. This was a very visible reminder of when Santa was coming. It helped Mandy, too. This might be worth a try for anything your child is looking forward to. We had calendars with changeable numbers to count down the days, but these really didn’t help Casey or Rob.
Buying gifts was easier when they were little. Rob loved anything with wheels. Casey didn’t play with toys like Mandy did, but she loved getting new ones. She had baby dolls and Barbies and while she didn’t play with them like Mandy did, she liked holding a baby and watching Mandy.
I tried to do Christmas crafts with them. Sometimes, it worked… Sometimes it was a disaster. Rob joined in because Mandy was. Casey might or might not. We baked cookies together. Again, it was hit or miss whether they would help. We didn’t go many places. Stores were loud, hot and crowded and with Rob’s sensory issues and Casey being irritable anyway… Nope, not happening. I shopped while they were in school.
Neither Casey or Rob could wait for anything for very long. We tried to visit Santa. Rob would have nothing to do with him. Casey couldn’t wait in long lines. Now, most malls have specified times for special needs families to see Santa and I think that is so wonderful! (This happens in a non-pandemic world. This year, Santa visits are very different if they happen at all.)
Last night, I saw proof again at how much they have changed. There was a local light display at our fairgrounds and they wanted to go. I knew it would be crowded (it was drive thru) so we left early. We still had to wait over an hour to get in. Casey did sigh deeply several times, but they were both okay waiting. (Honestly, I was more impatient than they wore – I knew we were less than 3 blocks from fairgrounds – no idea why traffic didn’t move when it opened.) I was so proud of them!
To make it even better, Casey got to see Santa and wave to him. (She was very concerned when our parade was canceled about seeing him) and Rob got to see Mater from the movie Cars. Plus lots of lights and inflatables.
Your Christmas season may not be what you want and hope for. But – that doesn’t make it a bad holiday! Instead of looking at others and wishing you could do what they do, start your own traditions. Make your family holiday memorable to you and stop comparing.
Because, there is one thing I am sure of – while you are looking at others and wishing your Christmas was like theirs, someone is looking at you and wishing their holiday could be like yours. Do you. Be unique. Be special!