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Playing "Right"

5/18/2017

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I spent over an hour looking for it. I searched in the kids' closets, in the abyss that we call the basement (where the once beloved toys go to await a yard sale or a trip to Goodwill) and in our “formal" living room” (where the toys that are still occasionally played with remain). I was determined to find the object of my search. Imagine if I were as unwavering in my cleaning and organizing as I were in my searching how much easier it would be to find said object, or any object for that matter!

I refused to give up I because I knew it was somewhere.  “It” was a bag of wooden toy blocks tucked away and long since forgotten with two teenagers and a preteen in the house. My best friend’s 1 year old was coming to play and as her "auntie", I was determined to have a fun playdate and that meant finding the missing bag of blocks among the forgotten dolls, dinosaurs and Legos.

Then, finally, I saw the purple handle sticking out from under a pile of mittens that my teenage wannabe drops on the floor due to her 8th percentile height that leaves her unable to reach the mitten bin on the top shelf. I pulled it out, scraped off the dog hair and dust bunnies (sorry sweet Peaches) and relished in my victory and dogged determination at my discovery. I put the bag with the other toys I dug out (literally) and finally went to bed.

The next day, when my friend’s beautiful girl came to play, I was ready. At first her inquisitive eyes and grabby little hands were set on the various toys that lit up and made noises. She went from item to item pushing buttons and clapping each time she pushed the magic button, so proud at her amazing discoveries. My goodness she is a delight!

As toddlers are wont to do, she quickly left any and all toys behind and went to the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen. Since my days of child proofing are long gone, I wanted to distract her with something that would not poison her. "The blocks!"

I quickly went to the bag and dumped the blocks on the floor as I sang out her name. I had no idea the impact those scattered blocks all over my family room floor would have on me. In an instant, a long forgotten memory that was tucked as far away in the darkness of my brain as the blocks were in our hall closet, hit me. Hard.

The benign wooden blocks, in various colors and shapes scattered among the light up toys, took me back 12 years. There in my memory, along with the blocks, was my son, aged 3, on the floor playing. Unlike my bestie’s daughter, he was not picking up the blocks and making sweet block music, nor was he crashing down each and every tower I built, instead he was rolling all over the blocks that lay scattered on the floor.
 
Ryan would scatter the blocks on the carpet, almost making a trail of blocks, then he would roll on top of the blocks from one end of the pile to the other, seeking sensory input that his body was unable to receive in the way you and I can. From the sharp, pointy triangles, to the smooth half-moon circles, Ryan did not discriminate. Each block provided different sensory sensations to his body, and by the giggles and smiles it was clear that those sharp and smooth edges felt glorious. 

At first I thought it was funny, but, the more I watched him, the more it worried me.  I knew this was not "normal". I remember trying to redirect him. "Ryan, look what Mommy built!" "Do you want to knock it down?" But, my son, who at times appeared deaf to his name, just continued to roll away. Not caring at all about what was the "right" or “normal” way to play with wooden blocks, Ryan found his way, and his was was “right” for him.
 
My revere was broken when my bestie's daughter yelled, “wooo” as the next block tower crashed to the ground while she clapped happily at this fun game of cause and effect. Then she picked up two blocks and clacked them together (blocks are quite musical). While she enjoyed her musical blocks, I built another tower and waited, and sure enough, CRASH, she toppled the blocks to the ground again. As I applauded her victory, in what I once believed was the “right” way to play with blocks, I longed for the chance to go back in time with my young son and roll over those blocks letting him know that his way was “right” too.
 
Yeah, I know, beating myself over the head with a bag of blocks isn’t going to change what was, but, those blocks acted as a reminder to allow my son to “play” in a way that is comfortable for him. For example, my suggestion to have an end of the year pool party for the cast in the musical as a way to increase his social opportunities, may seem “right” to me, but, it clearly does not seem “right” to him. He has no plans of playing that way. There are other ways to engage him socially without making him feel nervous and overwhelmed.
 
As a parent loving a child with autism, there is a fine line between showing your child what is “typical” and making them feel and be someone they are not.  Just like I crossed the line with those stupid blocks all those years ago, I know I have crossed it many, many more times since then. I hope that my son knows that just like blocks don’t come with instructions on how to play “right”, parenting doesn’t come with instructions either and sometimes we get it wrong.
 
Over the years, my son and I have taught each other how to play and neither way is “right”, sometimes, how we play is just different. My bestie’s beautiful girl may have played with the blocks just like I expected her to, however, when she climbed on top of the little toy table (which I also found in the bowels of my basement) that I set out for us to color on, I couldn't help but smile at the irony. This adorable neurotypical toddler did not play with the table "right", after all, tables aren't for standing on, however, climbing on top of that table felt “right” to this little daredevil more than scribbling with a tasty crayon she'd preferred to chew on than draw with. And in her mind, and mine, she was not wrong.

"Play:  engage in activity for enjoyment and recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose."

Yep. Guess I missed that twelve years ago.

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Playing his way. Just like he should.
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Happy Mother's Day AWEsome Moms

5/11/2017

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Ahhh...it's almost Mother's Day. That magical day when the Fairy Godmother shows up and grants all mothers their three favorite wishes:

1. Sleeping in
2. A washing machine that cleans, folds and puts the laundry away.
3. Wine that comes out of the kitchen sink.

Oh, if that Fairy Godmother would just show her a** up! Despite her lack of attendance, most of us moms will still have a special day. Twenty four hours dedicated just to us! A day filled with extra hugs, homemade gifts and reminders from kids, young and old, why we are fortunate enough to celebrate this day, even without our Fairy Godmother and her magical wand.

All moms deserve to be celebrated today and every day. We love without condition, we give without exception and we educate without a lesson plan. Yeah, we TOTALLY deserve this day!!

Although, I want to wish ALL moms a Happy Mother's Day, this is a special Mother's Day shout out to all my mom club members loving a child with autism. Our love is as exceptional as our kids.

So, Happy Mother's Day to the moms who have walked in our shoes, shared our fears, drank our wine and celebrated our kids' accomplishments! These are just a few reasons why I think even without that overrated Fairy Godmother, you are AWEsome and so deserving of a day to celebrate YOU:

For making the same breakfast, lunch and dinner EVERY SINGLE DAY and stockpiling all the ingredients it takes to make that same breakfast, lunch and dinner EVERY SINGLE DAY.

For writing letters, sending emails and calling the CEO of Nabisco, Keebler or whomever, begging them to bring back your kids favorite snack that they stopped making because clearly these CEO's have no idea the peril and disruption this decision has had on your kid (and on you). 

For the endless hours spent finding just the right_______(insert almost anything here such as socks, shoes, coats, pants) that your child will tolerate and your dogged determination to know that eventually a certain brand or style will work and praying they never, ever, ever change that brand or style once you find it and your kid wears it. (See number 2 if this unfortunate event occurs. It will.)

For the ability to foresee a change in routine or schedule as often as you can, so you are able to do whatever it takes to make sure that change does not disrupt your child's routine and ruin his or her day.

For doing what you can to make sure your other children know that their struggles, heartaches and triumphs are no less important than their autistic sibling's.

For putting on your armor and taking on ignorance regardless of what form ignorance may come in...family members, bullies, teachers, or the idiot in the check out line at the grocery store.

For taking on the job of advocate and educator so ignorance has as little of an impact on your child as possible.

For your ability to see the world through your child's eyes and appreciate the view even on the cloudy days when visibility is low.

For getting there, no matter how long it took, to understand and believe "different, not less" because now, thanks to you, your child does too.

For being there. Always. Without question. And forging forward no matter how scary forward seems because looking back doesn't do your child or you any good.

For being here. For getting it. For your child and the next.

Thank you AWEsome moms.

We are a pack of lionesses, a den of mama bears, a club of warrior moms who will stop at nothing, not even on Mother's Day, to advocate, fight and show the world the AWEsome contributions our children can make if given the opportunity, if given a voice, if given acceptance.

Happy Mother's Day. Even without that Fairy Godmother and her magic wand, you can, and you are, making wishes come true.
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