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Circle of Autism Mom Friends

Autism Mom Friends

It finally happened.  After many months of crazy schedules, we finally had our “Autism Mom” lunch today.  We weren’t all there, as it was a last minute plan (sometimes those work best for autism families!) but it was wonderful – relaxing – strengthening – and so many other words.  I truly love these ladies!

Yesterday was not an easy day.  Casey was sick and needed to go to the doctor.  We had a family emergency that Rob somehow found out about and his anxiety went over the moon.   Last night, I was as stressed as I have been in months and on the verge of tears.  I couldn’t handle his yelling.

I tried everything I could think of.  When he went to bed, I knew there was no way he was going to sleep as he was still yelling his “anxiety song.”  Most of the time, if I lay with him, he will calm down enough to sleep.  Last night, it took over two hours for him to calm down to sleep.  And I lay there thinking I was done.  I was so tired.

What got me through it was knowing that today I would have lunch with my autism mom friends.  They would know exactly what I meant.  They would completely understand that I love my kids more than anything in the world, but sometimes, I’m just so tired.  The worries of the day had caught up with me and I just wanted to sleep.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the friendships my kids have and how special they are.  Today was special for me.  I have known most of these ladies for more years than any of us want to think about – more than 20 years for most.  Today, I met one for the first time.  I can only hope that we didn’t scare her too badly – we tend to laugh and carry on at times.  I was excited to meet her as she has a little girl and I know Casey would be thrilled to see another girl at autism mom suppers.  She is always the only girl.

Anyway – we haven’t seen each other for months and it was as if we talked yesterday.  We talked about autism, of course, and the challenges we are all facing.  Each of our kids are completely different.  Brandon is very high functioning.  Adam is blind, as well as having autism.  Riley is worried about his little brother going to college.  Alaina is just starting 5th grade.  And, of course, my sweeties.  Each one has challenges.  And every one of them has special talents that we love to brag about.

We laughed about the crazy stuff our kids have said.  We talked about Social Security and guardianships.  We talked about teachers and the sheltered workshop that some of the kids go to.  We talked about our county board of DD programs and Special Olympics.  We talked about the lack of much to do in our area for people in our situation.  After all, there are only so many times you can visit Wal-Mart or the Dollar Tree.

Then autism wasn’t the topic anymore.  Our other kids, our lives, our families were all covered.  Autism does effect all of that, too, so even if we didn’t say it out loud, we all understood it was there.  Talking about siblings leaving for college is different when the brother with autism feels abandoned by the brother leaving.  Summer jobs take on a different feel when your son has autism.

Anyone around us would have no idea what brought us all together.  I’m sure we looked like every other group of women in a Dairy Queen (ok – maybe a little louder!) but we are closer.  Drama and tears have forged a bond within us that time can’t change.  We have been the shoulders to lean on and the hugs to cry into.  We have seen each other at our best – and our worse and it doesn’t matter.

I’m still giggling about some of the stories we shared today.  I can picture Rob and Brandon walking down the hall in elementary school holding hands.  They took care of each other.  I can picture Riley as he told one of his stories in preschool and I wrote it down as fast as I could write.  I’m an expert at the Chicken Dance, thanks to Adam.  Sweet Alaina loved wandering through the quiet halls of the church.

I’m laughing to myself at the worries we share that no one who hasn’t lived with autism understands.  Food obsessions and pants that won’t stay up.  How to deal with stares of strangers.  I love that as much as autism as changed our lives, we are all still reaching for our dreams.  I love that we can laugh till we cry – or just cry and it’s all good.

I hope that each of you reading this has a chance to find an autism mom friend.  Or dad, of course!  Reach out to the parents of a child who is in school with your child.  They may be as lonely as you feel.  Join Facebook pages for parents with children with autism.  You don’t have to actually meet people to become close and be able to lean on each other.  Message me – I am always looking for new friends.

I know making new friends is hard, especially when your life is crazy, but a group of autism parent friends will change your life.  Having someone to call who completely understands the trials you are dealing with is wonderful and can help relieve your stress in ways that venting to other friends might not.

Our next lunch can’t come soon enough.  Thank you, Audrey, Lillie, Cherie and Mary Jo!  I needed the laughs today and you provided them, as always!

 

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Thank you, Camp Echoing Hills!

Camp Echoing Hills

All is right in this autism mom’s world!  About half an hour ago, the kids got home from a week at  Camp Echoing Hills.  I was so excited all morning – just waiting to go pick them up.

The camp is so organized that when I got there, I could sign the kids out and load all of their stuff before I went to get them.  Each parent (caregiver) is given a paper showing that they signed the person out of camp, so that when I went to get the kids from the Rec hall, the counselors knew who I was there for.  (Like they need it – I think everyone knows me!)

Anyway, Casey and Rob were both sitting on the long porch, waiting.  Casey saw me first and the smile – oh the sweet smile – just  melted my heart.  Her eyes were shining and she jumped up to give me a hug – a real hug and even a kiss (with the mmmooooiii) sound on the cheek.  Rob saw me, then, and came right over.  “You are my friend, Mommy Jen.”  Yes, buddy – always, always your friend!

Rob was ready to bolt (he was hot – too stubborn to go inside when he knew I was on my way) but he did let his cabin counselors give him hugs.  He didn’t hug back, but leaned against them.  What an amazing sight to see!  I hope those young men know how special they are to Rob – he doesn’t like to be close to people, unless he completely trusts them.

The fact that cabin counselors came running to say goodbye to the kids meant the world to me.  I wish I could stand and talk to them – ask questions about the kids’ week.  What did they do?  Did he eat?  Did they sleep?  Did they make friends?  I want to know everything, even though I know that even typical parents don’t hear details about camp.

I did hear how silly Rob was one evening.  I heard that he went swimming as much as he could.  (and I wish so much we still had our pool!)  I heard that he drew faces on the steamed up windows.  I heard he is awesome – cool – so much fun.  And I wanted to cry.  I know all of that – but for strangers to say it… it was just so amazing.  Again, I hope the camp’s counselors (volunteers!) know how much they mean to him – to us.

I heard from both kids that swimming was the best part.  I heard that Casey made new friends – and she, of course, told me their birthdays.  I heard there was a dance with funny music.  I have no idea what that means, but Casey said it was funny.  Something she must not listen to, maybe.  Rob said “Twist” so maybe it was a 50s dance.  He loves to do the Twist.  Casey told me she sang in the talent show – “Jesus Take the Wheel” – and that Rob just watched.

She said she rode go-karts and went fast.  He said “go karts” and “get the van.”  They saw birds and butterflies and they listened to Jesus stories.  They saw a big cross and they watched a fire.  She is already asking when summer camp is next summer.

Of course, as soon as they walked in the door, they dropped 100 pounds of laundry (or so it seems!) and blankets on the kitchen floor.  She took Grover to camp, so she had to run upstairs and see Elmo.  Mandy brought Rob a huge box of magazines so he was immediately in his chair and happily ripping papers.  Life is good.

I wish I could explain to Echoing Hills what the camp means to me.  I missed the kids so much this week, but I had fun, too.  I even took a break from writing – a true vacation for me.   It is an odd feeling.  I went shopping, to the movies, spent an entire evening with Mandy.  I even went for a walk with my best friend, Tracie – a real, spur of the moment, “Let’s do this” walk.  We even sat and talked – almost 2 hours.  What an awesome feeling.  I think I would like that freedom.

I didn’t worry about cooking meals and didn’t have to be home by 3 each day.  There was little laundry to do.  I read a book – scrapbooked and crafted.  The porches got painted.  I could have done that while they were at work, but it was so much easier not trying to get it done before they came home – knowing Rob would walk around barriers and through the wet paint.  (and he would – you are only supposed to come in the front door from work!)

I watched TV and went to bed when I was tired, not when Rob finally went to sleep.  I enjoyed the quiet.  And I wondered what they were doing.  I wondered if the storms hit the camp like at home.  I worried Rob was stressed about the weather.  I wondered if Casey got to go swimming.  I hoped their cabin mates would be friendly.  And I wondered more.

It’s crazy.  You can take the autism out of the house for a week, but you can’t take the autism out of mom.  I knew they were having fun and being well cared for.  I knew they loved going to camp.  (Rob had his shoes on at 10:30 Sunday morning – we don’t leave till 1 for camp)  I was pretty sure they had everything they needed.  But still, it’s impossible for me to stop being mom.

Camp is over for another summer.  We all had fun.  We missed each other.  We belong together – with breaks at times.  They don’t want to be with mom all the time.  They are adults and need freedom.  They need the chance to be themselves without me watching every minute.  I need the chance to be me – not just their mom.

You need those chances, too.  So do your children.  They can’t grow to become the person they need to be if they aren’t given the chance to explore the world.  You will always worry – that can’t be stopped.  You still need to let your kids try new things.  You will be scared and they may be, too, but they need the opportunity.

If they want to learn to dance, find someone to teach them.  If they love to paint, find a teacher.  You will be surprised at how many talented people would love to help teach your child a new skill.  You won’t know until you ask.

As for me, I’m going to tackle laundry and thank God for Camp Echoing Hills – for counselors who see how special my kids are – for a staff that does everything possible for a fun, safe week.  I pray that every counselor and staff person knows that huge difference they make in the lives of the campers and their families.  I want them to know that they are awesome and, while I may not know each of their names, I am so grateful for their dedication and caring for Casey and Rob.  I can never say thank you enough.