From Brother to the Tooth Fairy:
Dear Tooth Fairy,
This is the sixteenth tooth I've ever losin I would like a one hundred dollar bill.
P.S. Dont forget to write back
If only it were that easy.
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It's all my fault. Blame it on me. I knew it would happen, but I did it anyway. I planned a road trip for our family and now the gas prices have started to rise.
On Thursday, it was $1.79 per gallon. Then on Saturday, it rose to $1.86. Last night, I saw that it was at $1.95. Today, Ben called on his way into work to let me know that it's at $2.05. That's a 26 cent rise in 5 days. That's not right.
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Where did it go? I mean I blinked and now it's May. Where did April go? And, it's my birthday. I'm 29 you know; so what if it's the 10th time I'm turning 29. Ben is at Cursillo and I hope he's getting something out of it. He didn't really want to go but he had promised he'd go if another friend went. Well, that friend went so off to Cursillo went Ben. We'll be picking him up this afternoon. I'm certainly not cooking dinner today on my birthday. My dear friend, V, cooked a wonderful dinner for me last night and baked a yummy chocolate cake. I have the leftovers.
I'm off to have a piece of that cake with coffee and then I need to clean the house before Ben comes home.
Here's my 100 day picture I posted last year.
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My son has autism.
He asks the same questions over and over and over…well, you get the message.
He snuggles with his mom every single morning.
He is a whirlwind of motion.
He looks forward to the Body and Blood of Christ each and every day.
He is my birthday calendar. I only need to ask him for someone's birthdate.
He is a fount of information.
He is patriotic.
He loves his sisters…usually.
He will still let me hug and hold him although kisses are a different story.
He can remember quotes from a movie after watching it once.
He is carefree.
He can be quite self conscious despite being quite carefree.
He is my son and I am lucky to know him.
This is the face of autism. And, I love him very much.
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I've started this particular topic several times but haven't like what I'd written. So, I'll give an example. I tripped over something once and just fell flat out. Brother just laughed and laughed. He never once had the thought that I could've been hurt. He just thought it was funny. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm sure it did look funny but my girls were sufficiently worried to ask if I was hurt.
He is learning, but this one of those things that he has to force himself to think about. He has to file away all of these events in his life and retrieve the proper responses that fit each particular situation. If he's never encountered something, he will be at a loss.
That is not to say he doesn't have feelings. He does and strong ones at that. He cried when I left his this past weekend. He even called me on his own. In the end, after a promise to go buy gum, he rallied.
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I had a wonderful time at the conference. I heard some great talks, and just had fun without distraction. One of the highlights was meeting someone I knew online, 4Real.
ETA: Next year's keynot speaker will be Danielle Bean. Also, next year's focus will be special needs so I'm hoping someone gets swayed to come to Houston to give a talk.
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Please pray for my dear friend, Jess, as she and her children say goodbye to husband and dad for another deployment. May God keep Gary safe.
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We will be reaching a new milestone come tomorrow. I am going away for a conference in Houston (Cay Gibson is going to be there; of course, I have to go) without the Ben or the children. The children have never had me gone overnight for anything except to have another baby. This will be true milestone.
I'm anxious. I'm anxious because my son is anxious. He's already cried at the thought of me being gone. Those big crocodile tears always get to me. I know he'll be fine but I'll worry.
Please pray for Ben and the children. And, please pray for their mama who will worry as only a mom can.
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I am at a loss with this one. I've used everything I could think of to help my child but I fail. Each and every time. I get frustrated. I yell. Then I feel remorse because I know he can't help it.
He doesn't understand or can't grasp the idea he needs to think of others. He cannot understand why he can't just do as he pleases. Well, why can't he jump from the sofa? It's what he wants to do. No amount of explanation will do. He won't accept/grasp the reason. He will repeat the rule back to me but won't necessarily follow it. Now, mind you, he's very good a policing other people.
I'm in a place where I feel helpless. I don't know what to do with him. I want him to understand that rules are in place for a reason. I worry that as an adult he will disregard law and end up in prison, not because he's being malicious, but negligent. I lay awake nights with this worry. If you know me at all, you know there are very few things that keep me awake at night.
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Thank you to my dear sweet anonymous friend who left these on my front porch.
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