My name is Kate and I gave up the world of adult conversation, fun dressy shoes and a paycheck to stay at home with my three beautiful children, Kyle, age 14, Ryan, age 11, and Emma, age 6. My dear husband Dan took over the paycheck part while I shuttle kids, keep the house running and if I'm honest, still spend money on fun shoes. I'm sure your not surprised I'm a stay at home mom since I'm fairly certain it is a prerequiste for bloggers. I promised myself two things when I quit my job six years ago. One, I would not start a blog and two, I would never own a velour track suit. Still don't own the track suit...they feel like a step up, a very small step up, from pajamas. To any of my readers wearing a velour track suit who I have already offended, forgive me. I just don't think I would be very productive being THAT comfortable. And as for my other promise, well, here I am blogging, so I guess I'm batting .500!
My middle son Ryan was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (Pervasive Develpmental Disorder Not Otherwised Specified) when he was 6. For those unfamiliar with the DSM-IV lingo, PDD-NOS is an Autism Spectrum Diagnosis. It has been both a blessing and a curse this autism thing. Most days I'm in awe of autism and the hold it has over the inner workings of my son's mind. Other days when my feeble brain just can't compete with the complexities of his awesome mind, I want to throw myself off a bridge. A very low bridge, of course, while wearing a life preserver with a rescue team waiting in the water to pull me ashore and save me because, honestly, how could any of them ever survive without me? Especially my sweet Ryan who loves me to the sun and back (most people use the phrase "moon and back", but most people don't have such a literal kid who knows the sun is much farther than the moon thus the greater distance makes the love, much bigger). These stories are how this crazy, loving yet at times very dysfunctional family ride the waves of autism without drowning.
My middle son Ryan was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (Pervasive Develpmental Disorder Not Otherwised Specified) when he was 6. For those unfamiliar with the DSM-IV lingo, PDD-NOS is an Autism Spectrum Diagnosis. It has been both a blessing and a curse this autism thing. Most days I'm in awe of autism and the hold it has over the inner workings of my son's mind. Other days when my feeble brain just can't compete with the complexities of his awesome mind, I want to throw myself off a bridge. A very low bridge, of course, while wearing a life preserver with a rescue team waiting in the water to pull me ashore and save me because, honestly, how could any of them ever survive without me? Especially my sweet Ryan who loves me to the sun and back (most people use the phrase "moon and back", but most people don't have such a literal kid who knows the sun is much farther than the moon thus the greater distance makes the love, much bigger). These stories are how this crazy, loving yet at times very dysfunctional family ride the waves of autism without drowning.
