Maybe it’s that I’ve always lived in awe of words. Whether I’m writing them, reading them, or listening to them…words captivate and affect me like nothing else. Maybe it’s that I’ve been intentional about making 2020 a year to listen, observe, learn, and grow. But mostly, my heightened sensitivity to the way I see people speaking to one another is impacted by being a mother. I’ve started viewing the world through the lens of “this is the world I will be releasing my babies into”.
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." How many of us grew up hearing this? We are taught from the start that it is not acceptable to say mean, untrue, or hurtful things to others. Why then, are we not told equally as often that this also applies to … Continue reading If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say…
"He's going to have autism forever and every day?" That's the question that my youngest son innocently asked me this 4th of July. We talk about autism openly in our home since his brother's diagnosis, but his 5 year old mind hadn't quite grasped this part I guess. He looked on concerned as his big … Continue reading He’s Going to Have Autism Forever?
Today, I'm worn out. I'm broken down and exhausted. I'm emptied of every ounce of patience and upbeat energy. My eyes don't have any tears left to empty. I've tried every strategy in my toolbelt and it all seems to come up short lately. I've been calm and accommodating. I've lost my cool and yelled. … Continue reading Being His Mom Will Always Be Worth It
Today I couldn’t hold back the flood of tears when what started as watching tv on the sofa turned into a heartbreaking exchange. I was watching the show, Parenthood, and in this particular episode, Max (a child with Asperger’s) was being picked on for stimming behavior (tapping of feet, flapping of hands, etc). My kid … Continue reading My Kid is the “Different” Kid
I snapped a photo to capture the calm strength that inspired me to write this. He was not yelling and cheering to the world about how great this ride was or how brave he felt for conquering his fear. There were no people cheering him on loudly. In fact, I doubt if anyone else even realized the mountains he was moving within his own little world in that moment. But there he sat, with a soft grin on his face, his fists balled up, and his arm muscles flexed in his seat.
After taking it the first time, I kept saying that something felt different, off maybe even, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It was because for the first time in a long time, I realized, I wasn’t panicking. I wasn’t in a state of hyper-vigilance, convinced that anything and everything was just moments from going wrong. And that realization made me want to cry. It’s only gotten better since then.