An Unapologetic Mother

Wow guys it’s been awhile!   This morning as I sat pondering where to go from this last week I must confess, I wasn’t sure.  I read something that shook my heart to the core….and to boot my mothers heart at that!

But first as I contemplated all the things that I now find myself wrestling with, God painted a beatiful picture!

So last week and into this week I felt like I lived in Mark Shultz’s song “Running Just to Catch Myself” Except for there was no running, more like hobbling……on crutches!  I was feeling pretty bummed about not being able to do anything and being in bed for two days and out of commission for four!   I have a great hubby, and he was such an encouragement and a trooper for helping out so much and the house was in better shape (not that it was all that bad to begin with).

But in the process of all of this, we were preparing for a workshop on churches reaching out to the growing population of children with developmental disabilities. But as I read and read and read, I stumbled upon a blog post that struck interest, unfortunately due to some of the content, I really feel as though I can’t share it.   What the blogger shared was pretty good, but it was the commenters, that were, oh, I’m not sure of the right words to  use!

There were countless explicatives used, specifically in reference to autistic people.   Two commenters in general have haunted me, from Monday morning to this very moment!   The first one generalized with” Autism is just an excuse for poor behavior”. (I removed the explicatives for the G nature of my blog)

The second commenter said something to the effect of “What no mom bloggers complaing how hard their life is .”

Ohhhh I have taken the last week to examine my heart, for two things,

1.  Am I making excuses for my child because he is autistic?  am I excusing his “bad” behavior?

2. As a mom blogger am I using my social platform to complain?

These are hard questions to answer, and in a way gave me a form of writer’s block. They also made me feel unworthy of writing on the subject….I ‘m not sure why but it did!  Have no fear though I have collected my thoughts and I am back!

First off let’s address that “excusing poor behavior” commenter.  We as parents refuse to let our child use his disability as an excuse to act a certain way.  He knows he is different, and sometimes tries BUT,   we are right there reminding him, that his autism is not a valid excuse, that being said, there are certain things that he along with other autistic children/adults can not help.

Just to name a few are: jumping, spinning, and rocking, also known as stimming; and then tics.  Tics, like that of aperson with Tourettes can be repetitive movements, or sounds ranging from soft, to extremely loud.   They happen for various reasons and to some are not recognizable as tics unless you know what you are looking for.   Our son for example, does hand flapping, but has also in the past screamed in short repetitive screams, clucked like a chicken, made a clicking noise with this tongue, a noise almost like kissing ( but not quite), repetitive sniffing, a very gutteral noise in his throat, and blowing out through his nose.  The tricky thing is, you can correct these, but they don’t even realize they are doing them.   That’s where tolerance and understanding comes in.   They aren’t harming anybody.  You might be made to feel uncomfortable but so are they….1) because they are in a setting that makes them uncomfortable 2) you are staring at them! 3) some people are commenting!   An autistic person is not stupid, matter of fact they tend to understand more non-verbal reactions.  (Except facial expressions….more on that later!)

We cannot correct our children in conventional ways…..if anything it makes them worse.  We have to 1) be very creative in finding out what works 2) we have to be taught!   I am a firm believer in the fact that parents need to be students of their children to begin with!   I also believe that discipline will looks different for each child!  We see it time and again.  The autistic child will respond to firm, but kind discipline, rather that too harsh…OR too sweet!  Take into account that most of the States in the U.S. Provide no help for parents of autistic kids. They are given a diagnosis and sent out the door with a hearty “Good Luck” and the parents are left to learn everything they can to help their kids survive in the world suited for normal people! (Let’s remember that normal is a setting on a dryer).   Our little guy just started recieving services….PT, OT and Speech. But we have yet to go through our 8 hour evauluation, which when that is complete will allow for respite care, help with insurance (because we’re talking 60,000 dollars a year average on medical expenses for that person alone) and even more classes like being taught how to read facial expressions (so “the look” actually works instead of them thinking you are making silly faces at them!) Until that point we are making due.   That being said, cut us some slack, we are on a HUGE learning curve!  We aren’t experts!

Even though our child does not understand social norms, most parents of autistic kids kill themselves trying to teach them that it’s not ok t lick people or things, talk loudly, be too rough, get upset and throw fits when things don’t go as planned and so much more.   It takes so much longer to work through the simplest of things, so when your condescending glance or comment in the grocery store, at the park or at church is made, we feel as though our child needs a defense, afterall they are struggling, they do have reasons, but the average adult should know how to guard their speech and behavior!  And yet they still say inconsiderate things!

So onto commenter 2……am I really using my social platform to complain?  This journey we find ourselves on is not an easy one.   A lot of people would be shocked to learn what a day in the life of Mary looks like.  The little bits I share, are for three reasons 1) to help others who are struggling, not feel so alone 2) to help others understand where we are at (otherwise known as transparency) 3) i need an outlet, and it helps me work through the tough spots!   Here’s the thing, my blog is a safe place, where I try my hardest to build others up.   Too many people slam others, and hurt!   That is not my goal, nor will I aoplogize for sharing my story that  could possibly help someone else!

I have tried my best not to complain about the things we are dealing with. Yes they are extremely hard!   Yes they will tend to drive me crazy….if I let them.   Yes somedays I want to run away with a circus because it would be less insane!   BUT in all of this I would not trade my little boy for the world! My hope does not rest in a cure for autism, my hope does not rest in quiet hours.  My hope rests on the One who promises to Never leave me nor forsake me, the one who said All things work together for good who love the Lord, and I will Do ALL to the Glory of God, and that means raising all my children, to not be good citizens but to raise Christ-followers.  My hope is in God alone!  I am so grateful to even have Weasel!  We have already seen it, God is using him in big ways.   I am blessed!

Stuck……in Bed

Today I am stuck….and boy do I mean S.T.U.C.K.

I sit here in my “Jammies”, foot elevated, and a gel cast.

Ick!

Just call me grace!

Yes I didn’t see the box of toys laying in the middle of the floor, and I was racing little bean for a nap! The rest is a swollen, painful memory.  I spent the afternoon/evening in our local ER! (More on the four hour toture later)

I hate being laid  up, not being able to do anything!   

Just the thought of it makes me squirm and then my foot hurts terribly!  Lol!  

But in all of that my husband is amazing!  He reminded me that some day i will need to take care of him.   It’s our job to take care f each other.  What sweet encouragement!  So yes it’s not exactly what I want to be doing but at least I have a great hubby as my encourager!  I love him dearly and is such a gift from God!

Dealing With Change and Its Challenges: A Look At How Our Life Has Changed Since Being on the Spectrum

Yesterday marked the first day of October, but it also stands as our anniversary month of watching our son struggle like never before.  It began a year of sadness, loneliness and fear.  It was a year of rejection, battles fought and won. A year of bringing a husband and wife closer than ever before.  And a year of really knowing who our real friends are!

It was a year of this Weary mom being set free and has ended with her being amazed and truly Being OK With Where she’s at!   It has been a year of struggle and yet many blessings.  

We have watched our son change from an agitated, frustrated, little boy into a little  boy who is excelling in life, with very few meltdowns.  (ahem….i had to take a break to deal with one) He is learning at a fast rate, and enjoys (for the most part) what he’s doing.  It is so very hard to watch your child go backwards in stead of moving forward.  But God is sovereign.

How has our family changed?

Well for starters we live in a varitable fortress from the inside.  I am a helicopter parent out of necessity!  I hate being a helicopter parent, but I have learned how to know where he is and what he’s doing without affecting his independence!  Our home is entirely surrounded by a six foot high fence and there are alarms on most of our doors and windows.  Dead bolts face the wrong direction, and bolts and chains adorn our door tops! 

We are increasingly aware of what is in our food.  Where as i once didn’t really pay attention to this, i do now.  Red 40 is an absolute no no, along with cinnamon…yeah that has made baking fun, but rest assured, i have found a way!

We are very limited as to where we can go and what we can do.  Large groups with our son, can be….shall we say….intense!    Hubby goes to many meetings, church events, and get-togethers by himself.  It’s fristrating sometimes, but I would much rather stay home instead of forcing him into a situation that will most definely set him up for failure!   

I had to relinquish every single ideal, in parenting, ministry, family, marriage…..every single area had to be re-evaluated and changed. Out of everything other than giving my family completely over to God and trusting him with everything related to them was the hardest thing ever asked of me. All of it felt a though I were Abraham when God asked him to offer up Isaac as a burnt offering! It was one of those moments that i will always remember my faith in God grew stronger than ever before!

On a whole we need to be willing to change our own plans, wants and desires at the drop of a hat!  We don’t let him dictate our family lives but in the words of my friend Noelle, “You will become a student of——.  You will be able to read his cuesand know  what and when he can and can’t handle.”

She was so right, but there are times when we think he is going to have an absolutely terrible day, and it turns out that it was his best day yet!

We knew at the beginning that this must have a purpose, but we had no idea what. God knew all along.  As of the end of this month, hubby and I will do our first workshop for ministry leaders, on how to reach families, and minister to kids with developemental disabilities.  As we embark on this sometimes scary journey, we have seen  AND heard some pretty  astonishing (in a bad way) things about and from the church and developmental disabilities.  Our goal is to facilitate an understanding of how to help these families!  

Thank you for your prayers over the last year!  We have felt them.  We have seen the results of them!

Being Ok With Where You Are-Chapters 8.9,10

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Well, i find myself writing late yet again. I have appreciated this oppertunity to share my story. I don’t mind sharing my story, matter of fact I love it! I did’t use to but last year at a Ladies Conference i realized that my story is unique, that God created just for me to share for His glory…is it perfect? No! Are there things that I’m not proud of? Most definitely!

Well let’s jump in at Chapter 8- Perseverence

One of the hardest things to teach children, teenagers and most adults is perseverence, but it is one of the most valuable! This was a hard lesson for me….it was at 16 …and even today at 33!

In 1996, my droctors had informed me three years prior, i was the youngest kid in the coutry with my visual impairment. At 14 I had surgery and at 16 returned. I had persevered through literally weeks of torture…but more on that later! There were coutless hours of tests, and allergic reactions to tests. And next to no support from friends and denial from close family. And feeling like God had deserted me….what on earth could be done with this blind kid! I felt worthless. I didn’t want to continue on…it hurt too badly. I felt as though i couldn’t go on!

I realize now, God wanted me in that place……Why? He, like the shepherd who trains his sheep by breaking its leg and then carrying it til it is healed, wanted to make an inseperable bond. One that beyond a shadow of a doubt know that i could ALWAYS trust God no matter what! I looked for comfort everywhere….God kept me from some pretty dangerous stuff. I was a prime candidate for drugs, alcohol, promiscuity, and many other things…..but i sought solice in art, music,writing. None of which I was very good at at the time (and the music i listened to was not indicative of peace either). But none of that helped. It wasn’t until i looked to God that perseverence was possible. I couldn’t have continued…it wasn’t possible

Fast forward to January 2013…..the last 4 months had been the absolute loneliest i had traveleed in the journey of life. Everyone around me was watching me, judging me. Fear was gripping me. I was scared. I was sad…..my hope was waning. Two major relationships were failing in My life had fallen in a heap before me.(Don’t worry my husband and I are fine) I had to choose between these two relationships or protecting my 5 year old autistic son…..and I was NOT liking where God was leading.. This was really going to be the hardest thing to date God has asked me to do. Now i cannot share more details than that. I know that this is not very helpful to you but i choose to show respect than to hurt and i know going farther would hurt.

For the last 9 months I have prayed, and wept longing for resolution. I had to make a choice and I chose my five year old. Was it easy? No way. Was it neccesssary? Absolutely! I am in full blown perseverence…here is my motivation….God has Mine and my son’s best interest at heart.. He loves me and promises me and my son that He would never leave us or forsake us! That is what keeps all of us in this house going!

Now heres where my story combines together…..this is where these two seperate accounts become my life on a whole.

Chapter 9-Live Thankful.

I am a reader by nature…i have no idea how many books in my lifetime i have read but I do know this……that one of my favorite book characters….and movie characters for that matter is Pollyanna. Pollyanna gets a bad wrap sometimes because nothing ever got to her, but Pollyanna is deeply misunderstood. Pollyanna had a rough life. She was an orphan, and then became a parapalegic. She went to live with a grumpy old aunt who was just doing her duty! Nothing screams perfect life by any of the things mentioned. And for the record when she found out she was paralyzed, she didn’t want to play the “glad game”. Even as a missionary pastor her father had to teach Pollyanna that even when life hands you crutches rather than the promised doll there was something to be “glad” about……she could be glad that she didnt need said crutches. This is a very valuable lesson to learn. Both as children and adults. We aren’t always going to get what we want but there are always things to be thankful for in the things we do have.

ie. I may want to drive a car but though i can’t, i can be glad that I won’t ever get a ticket for driving (it’s silly i know but it does make me smile)

Here’s another not so silly one. I can feel down about not being able to see well OR. I can be thankful that i can see tree leaves changing color, blue skies, sunshine and four freckled smiling faces! (You see I have partial sight)

You see I have hundreds of choices to make everyday….

I can either be completely unhappy with my life and the circumstances or i can focus on even the smallest of blessings and show gratitude to the One who gave me my next breath!

Chapter 10-Worship anyway

This is probably one of the hardest things to do when you are feeling alone and unworthy. Its hard to truely worship God when you are mad at Him for those really hard circumstances, but I will say this start with worship by yourself. Start with peaceful music, prayer, and your Bible but don’t ignore church. I know it is hard when it feels the entire congregation is judging you…trust me, i too feel that way as a pastors wife. Does it mean it’s true…maybe or maybe not, but go anyway……God knows this life is not easy. He knows its going to get tough before we do. In everything He is Worthy of worship! Even the hardest places you have ever been! Worship Him!

Thanks for joing me on this journey. This is the first time i have shared these parts of my live so publicly! I hope to do so more often. Please check out Stacey Thackers blog 29 lincoln Ave for more Being Ok with Where you are stories!

the Crayola Experience was a GREAT Experience!

 

Good Morning all!

A few monthes back I was cosen to share with you a fun excursion we would take this summer.

I had intended on sharing this a lot sooner but i have had some technical difficulties getting the pics from my camera to my ipad.   And today is the due date so I will roll with what I’ve got!

The Crayola Experience is located not too far from where I grew up in Pennsylvania!  It was a few hour trip for us! But well worth it! Crayola gave us 6 admissions and a $50 gas card for our fun!

Admission is $15.99 unless you order online in which you get a dollar discount and it drops to $14.99

And that’s the price for ages 2 to 65!

So my goal on this trip was to look at the Crayola Experience as someone who has just paid full admission for a family of 6 on a tight budget.  (Which we are).  I knew what was where in the building and how much everything cost.  My goal was to go into the building a spend a fun family day with spending extra money.

Let me just start of by saying this before we went on this trip I was a HUGE crayola fan, BUT after this trip, I am the absolute biggest Craola fan….AND SO ARE MY KIDS!

So everybody knows this packaging anywhere Right?

Even the smell is unmistakable and for most of us, it wisks us back to a time when our biggest worry was what color to use next!

Well  let’s go more in depth about our trip.

Due to scheduling, we had to wait til the end of August, which was okay by me because I knew Pennsylvania would be in school by that point, and that would me less crowds…Right?  Wrong!! It was Packed!

When you first go in, you buy you tickets (we got to skip that part) and you walked up to, in our case, a lady who took our tickets and handed us each a clear bag with a map and 3 silver coins in it!  (You can buy additional coins for 50 cents each)

Then you are released to explore and create as you heart so desire!  The three coins are used for three different activities.  I will point them out along the way!

Each one of our kids colored sea creatures to their liking even miss Bug added Sparkies and when all  was entered in a few short minutes the pictures showed up on a massive mural

 

From there our kids enjoyed playing in the toddler area…lol, we only have one toddler, but the huge light bright was cool!

From there we went to the make you own marker, and model magic areas……each of these areas cost one of those silver coins.  You get to watch one marker (with two colors) being assembled and then you get one package of model magic (your color choice)…. At this point i will say this we all came away with some pretty neat model magic things we shared our colors BUT they did survive the trek home.  My suggestion is simple a small hard plastic container with a lid)

Next we explored the melted crayon area!  NONE OF THESE THINGS COST A COIN!  First we painted with melted crayons, then we chose two contrasting colors  and did melted crayon spin art

AND THEN

We chose a crayon of our choice and melted it and molded it!

We also watched alive show that demonstrated how crayons are made!

And one of our kids favorite places was this….

MASSIVE TWO STORY JUNGLE GYM!

The cool thing is the floor was made so they could write with sidewalk chalk on it, and those white animals weasel is on…those are dry erase boards!  They were colored on!

This was the stuff we came home with….

Oh and we got free red crayons after the show, and that rainbow  of crayons in the lower left hand corner…those are our personalized crayons (thats where the last coin gets used)

And the puzzles you get to use Crayola’s twistable crayons and colored pencils and then the run them through a die cutting machine!

Our last stop was their cool outdoor crayola products statues if you will!

All in all  we all had a great time and our kids want to say…..trim.521C038A-8642-462E-A3DA-14EA20D2D600
To check out the Crayola Experience visit….
http://www.crayolaexperience.com