Autism wasn’t important to me until autism was important to me. I never imagined the things I would learn from being an autism mommy. I never imagined the things I would need to learn. But I did know the greatest love I would ever have would be for my son.
It’s gotta be part of the hormones. His. Mine. Ours. Life. He’s twelve. His is just beginning. I thought mine were gone. Here we are though with a lot of emotions and the last few days I keep trying to focus on sugarcoating it all.
My heart hurts when something like a person parking in front of our house causes him to scream and have a meltdown. I remind him again to breathe and count to ten. He doesn’t understand why a car has to be exactly where he wants to walk when he is about to walk exactly in that spot. And he certainly doesn’t understand why they don’t understand he needs them to move. This isn’t something that always bothers him and it isn’t something that might bother him tomorrow but today it did. He recovered quicker than I did. I got him to calm down but each step after that was me watching to make sure he was focused on being calm.
I had a mixed night of sleep but thankfully Owen slept much better than I did. He was relatively calm when he first woke up but one thing after another kept happening. He was very excited about his day though and he couldn’t wait to get to school. The first thing he wanted to talk about with his teacher was summer school. I redirected him as best I could and our day began.
I picked him up from school and I could hear him coming down the hall telling someone “Try to remember.” I knew this was about blue pants. And it was. Redirection for the win and off we went to his therapy.
Thankfully he had a great session with his therapist. He only had one today. She showed me the paper they worked on and she explained how they were working with directions like above, below, right, and left. He has been wanting to use stickers more and that has become a motivator for him which is incredible since he has never wanted to use them before. She also told me he did well with his leg exercises and coordination. I was thankful for all of this.
On the way home we picked up some dinner and he handled the car ride pretty well. He wanted to go certain ways and I told him that as long as he didn’t yell and remembered to breathe I would follow his directions but if he got upset we would go straight home the way I wanted to go. This seemed to work.
The night was mostly calm so I didn’t rock the boat. He didn’t want to talk to me about his day. I completely understood and we need nights where we can just sit in our own thoughts. I’m going to focus on the good stuff again and let today wash into the next. The laughs came and the songs were sung as the night came to an end. That’s the good stuff. Let today go and focus on the miracle yet to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
It’s gotta be part of the hormones. His. Mine. Ours. Life. He’s twelve. His is just beginning. I thought mine were gone. Here we are though with a lot of emotions and the last few days I keep trying to focus on sugarcoating it all.
My heart hurts when something like a person parking in front of our house causes him to scream and have a meltdown. I remind him again to breathe and count to ten. He doesn’t understand why a car has to be exactly where he wants to walk when he is about to walk exactly in that spot. And he certainly doesn’t understand why they don’t understand he needs them to move. This isn’t something that always bothers him and it isn’t something that might bother him tomorrow but today it did. He recovered quicker than I did. I got him to calm down but each step after that was me watching to make sure he was focused on being calm.
I had a mixed night of sleep but thankfully Owen slept much better than I did. He was relatively calm when he first woke up but one thing after another kept happening. He was very excited about his day though and he couldn’t wait to get to school. The first thing he wanted to talk about with his teacher was summer school. I redirected him as best I could and our day began.
I picked him up from school and I could hear him coming down the hall telling someone “Try to remember.” I knew this was about blue pants. And it was. Redirection for the win and off we went to his therapy.
Thankfully he had a great session with his therapist. He only had one today. She showed me the paper they worked on and she explained how they were working with directions like above, below, right, and left. He has been wanting to use stickers more and that has become a motivator for him which is incredible since he has never wanted to use them before. She also told me he did well with his leg exercises and coordination. I was thankful for all of this.
On the way home we picked up some dinner and he handled the car ride pretty well. He wanted to go certain ways and I told him that as long as he didn’t yell and remembered to breathe I would follow his directions but if he got upset we would go straight home the way I wanted to go. This seemed to work.
The night was mostly calm so I didn’t rock the boat. He didn’t want to talk to me about his day. I completely understood and we need nights where we can just sit in our own thoughts. I’m going to focus on the good stuff again and let today wash into the next. The laughs came and the songs were sung as the night came to an end. That’s the good stuff. Let today go and focus on the miracle yet to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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