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Monday, February 24, 2014

Zoo Trip

After my post last Friday about how exhausting the weekends are and how much I look forward to Mondays, I have to say that I was completely proven wrong this past weekend.  We had the BEST weekend.  I think the main reason for this is because the weather was absolutely PERFECT!!!  And now I have major spring fever!

We spent the entire weekend outside.  65-75* weather...it was good for the soul!  Saturday morning we took to the boys to the Zoo and they LOVED it.  Miles was especially excited to see all the "ammals" and "ananas" (elephants).
 Miles is fascinated with the "ananas" (elephants) :)
 We FINALLY got to see the Elephants (they haven't been out the last 3 times we have gone)

 Chase squared! :)
 Beautiful blue water!
 It's rare that I get a picture with the boys...and OF COURSE they are too busy to be bothered!

 observing...
 Poor C is STILL not feeling 100%

 Checking out the meerkats!
 Chase was loving the reptiles.
 WHOA!!!

 lazy roos

 FLAMINGOS!!!

Friday, February 21, 2014

I Love Mondays

Weekends = no work, relaxation, sleeping in, eating out, fun Saturday family outings, church on Sundays, maybe lunch afterwards...

But not for us.  Weekends seem to be more exhausting that weekdays in our house.  I recently read another Autism blog that touched on this subject as well.

Most people live for the weekends (TGIF right?), no school for the kids, no schedules, no commitments or routines.  But for us, those are the things that make life easier with Chase.  He thrives going to school, having routines, having things to constantly keep him busy and entertained.

On the weekends it's just US.  I know it sounds terrible to say that, but it is exhausting trying to keep him stimulated and entertained for an ENTIRE day, much less an ENTIRE weekend.  It's work!  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE family time and I love not having to drive carpool all day and just having Big C around to help entertain or intercept a tugging toddler, but it's still WORK, for us both!

Chase has a VERY busy schedule that keeps him very structured during the week.  He goes to Glendale Elementary Early Pre-K program Monday through Friday mornings from 8:00am to noon.  I pick him up between 11:30 and 12 and we come home for lunch, to repack his backpack & snacks, and we leave for Brown at 12:45.  He goes to Brown from 12:45 to 4:00pm, Monday through Thursday, then it's home for dinner, bath and bed around 7:30-8:00.  Friday afternoons they are off from Brown (it's a day they spend going over each child's goals from that week and setting goals for the next week).

Chase has always been an early riser too, sometimes 4:00 or 4:30am (FOR THE DAY!!!).  Those are the days he gets his iPad and HAS to stay in his room until at LEAST 6:00 or 6:30am.  Most days though he's up around 6:00am...this includes the weekends.  Makes for a LONG day!

I'll be honest, Chase doesn't really like to "play" with many toys either.  There are not many things that can keep him entertained or hold his attention for more than a few minutes (except his iPad).  He doesn't really like to watch TV either.  This makes it especially difficult to get him engaged or entertained for extended periods of time.  And I hate to always give him the iPad because it becomes something that he "stims" on (making a very loud and annoying whiney/yell noise that will wear on every last nerve in me if I hear it too long).

So by the time we do breakfast, clean up and make a cup of coffee it's only maybe 7:30am.  What to do?  What to do?

At this point he usually gets the iPad for a little while, while we attempt to enjoy our coffee and maybe even eat breakfast (something that usually doesn't happen during the week because we are scrambling out the door for work and school).  Nothing is really open this early in the morning so we waste time, clean the house, maybe do some laundry until around 9:00am or until something is open where we can run an errand and get out of the house.

It's especially hard this time of year when it's so cold.  We are so limited on what we can do.  In the warmer months we would go walk right after breakfast before it got too hot then play outside and maybe go swimming before lunch, but right now it's too cold to do much (except for this week HALLELUJAH!).  So we settle for "errands", or just walking around a big store to waste time and let the boys look around.

We have to strategically plan our outings with Chase, and even Miles somewhat, though.  We have to make sure we have everything they could possibly want or need (drinks, snacks, diapers, pacifiers, etc.) if we are going to be gone for any length of time.  We have to have an escape plan and we have to tag team the boys.  Each of us assigned to a child to "manage" behaviors and keep them from running off.

This past weekend we went to an "Autism-friendly" performance of Billy Goats Gruff that the Nashville Opera put on for the kids through Vanderbilt's TRIAD program.  It was a good idea in theory.  And looking around, most kids did really well.  Even Chase sat in my lap and watched (a little bit).  Miles was actually the one ruining this outing.  He was with Big C this trip and would NOT sit still to save his life.  He kept screaming to run up on the stage, arching and kicking because he didn't want to be held, disrupting the entire audience and acting worse than the kids with Autism!  I pulled out my bag of goodies, but he wanted nothing to do with his juice, goldfish, paci or iPhone.  Needless to say we left after 45 minutes.

We can usually find something to do out of the house until close to lunch and then we come home to do that whole routine.  Eating out is a challenge and a blog post of it's own.  It has to be REALLY planned out in advance and at a place where food is served very QUICKLY, and it doesn't happen with the boys very often.

At this point, after lunch, Miles takes a nap so Chase gets the iPad again to try and keep him quiet and from running and yelling all over the house.  If he doesn't have his iPad or something to keep him engaged, he is hopping/jumping all over the house, yelling and pacing back and forth.  I guess it's a way he "stims" or is looking for sensory input, but either way it's VERY LOUD and very annoying so we give him the iPad so we won't wake up Miles.

It's a challenge to keep him quiet for 2-3 hours at a time.  If we haven't gone anywhere that morning, or even if we have sometimes, Big Chase or I one will try to take him on an errand and out of the house for a little while.  Chase enjoys running errands, looking around stores, riding in the car.  He is actually the easier of the 2 boys to do errands with.

By the time Miles is awake sometimes is nice enough to play outside, but if not we try to do puzzles, books, blocks, trains, ANYTHING to kill a little time...4:00pm to 6:00pm is what I like to call the "Witching Hour".  The HARDEST part of the day.  The boys are whiney, hungry, demanding, high maintenance, (Chase is exhausted at this point because he's been awake so long)...you name it!  WHEN WILL THEY BECOME SELF SUFFICIENT ENOUGH TO ENTERTAIN THEMSELVES EVEN FOR 30 MINUTES???!!!  And by this time of day I am completely spent and my nerves are fried.

I'm not trying to wish away their younger years because there are so many wonderful things about each of their ages right now, but it will be nice when they learn to play alone, or heck, even if they could play together!  I feel guilty using the iPad (or the TV for Miles) as a crutch as much as I do, but I am TIRED, and sometimes I just need a break.  And it won't kill them!

Church is another thing that's almost impossible with Chase.  Besides the fact that they have literally been sick every week for the last 3 months, it's hard to take Chase to church.  Big Church will never happen it seems, but even the nursery is a challenge.  The ladies are nice enough, but not equipped to know how to deal with kids with Autism.  I have sat in there during services trying to explain how Chase communicates, how to read what he wants, etc.  But I still always feel so guilty leaving him in there.  I feel like they don't know how to engage with him, or never can tell what he wants.  It's distracting during church because I constantly worry about him in the nursery and if he's ok.  So lately Chase has been going or we have been alternating services.  Mainly because I don't want the boys getting even sicker, but also because I don't like to take Chase.  There it is.  I don't get anything out of church when I'm only worrying about him the whole time!

I actually look forward to Mondays.  I may be the only person in America who loves MONDAY!  It's like my weekend/free time is starting.  Chase goes back to Glendale, Miles goes to Brown and MOMMA GOES TO THE GYM ALONE!!!  It's my only outlet, the few hours I have while the boys are in school to clean the house, do laundry without it being torn apart right after I fold it, go to the grocery alone, go to the gym!

Maybe one day weekends will get easier...but for now, I love Mondays!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Phillips Toy Mart

If you are ever around the Belle Meade area and looking for some fun FREE entertainment, pop in to Phillips Toy Mart (on the corner of Harding and Belle Meade).  It is like an old school toy store with all kinds of fun stuff.  And not your typical Toys R Us stuff!  We took the boys last Saturday morning when it was freezing and wet and they LOVED it!  ESP the train...



Daddy Chase loved the toys as much as the kids! :)

49 Degrees...I'll Take It!

After the horrible cold weather we have had lately we LOVE some 49* temps!  The boys have been so stir crazy inside!  So THANKFUL for warmer days ahead!!!




Big Boy Bed

It's no secret that Miles is NOT a good sleeper and at 22 months old is STILL not sleeping through the night.  We have tried EVERYTHING (crying it out, him in our bed, you name it) and we were finally desperate for a solid night of sleep.  My dad drove up Thursday to bring this new bed...WHY NOT try a big bed?  Can't be worse that what we are currently dealing with (him waking up multiple times a night, wanting juice every hour, tossing and turning in our bed, knees and feet in our backs all night...).  

Thursday night took a little while for us to get him to sleep in his new bed.  Chase had to lay with him for 10 mins or so, but he eventually fell asleep.  He did wake up around 10pm and I slept with him the majority of the night.  And it's been like that the last few nights, but our goal right now is just to make him sleep in his OWN bed ALL night and we will eventually ween ourselves out of his bed.  So far so good though! :)

He is very proud of his "big boy bed"!






Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day from my loves! 

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poor Miles :(

Miles has had a rough couple of weeks.  After about a 3 week stint of being "healthy" (i.e., not running fever, no green snot, no nasty coughs, etc) Miles turned up with a bumpy red rash all over his torso on Super Bowl Sunday.  He had been running a low grade fever for a day or 2 but I figured it was just viral.  I gave him Benadryl thinking it may be an allergic reaction, but it was worse Monday morning, landing us BACK at the pediatrician's office for the umpteenth time!


Turned out he had SCARLET FEVER (strep throat with a rash)?!?!  I didn't even know that people could still get that this day in age, much less someone Miles's age!?  But go figure!  We WOULD have that!  Poor buddy! :( 


We were finishing out the last day of antibiotics today when Miles wakes up this morning (in our bed like always) and all of a sudden he started whining.  I couldn't figure out why?  We had just been playing airplane and he climbed down out of the bed like he always does and just laid out on the floor whining.  
Chase picked him up and carried him in to the kitchen just thinking he wanted to be held, but when he set him down Miles wouldn't put any pressure on his left leg and started crying again.  This went on for a while.  I called the pediatrician (ONCE AGAIN) as soon as they opened and got an 8:50 appointment.  

He limped and whined up until the doctor came in the room then miraculously was running around acting completely normal. GO FIGURE!  The doctor just told me to watch him, give him Motrin and call him back if it continued. 

I ran a few errands with him (keeping him off his leg as much as possible) and he ended up falling asleep before lunch.  After he woke up, and was eating lunch, he stood up from his chair and fell to the ground limping and whining again!?!?  Sooooo I called the doctor BACK and he went ahead and referred us to an orthopedic group to have it checked out.  We went there at 1:45, saw a doctor there, and once again, as soon as the doctor came in, Miles was running around completely normal like nothing was wrong???  So once again I was told to just keep an eye on him and call back Friday if it persists over the next few days.  Baffling?  So far this afternoon and tonight he was completely back to normal so we will see.....

 Who doesn't love chocolate when they are "sick"?! :)



A Pledge


When Satan Steals Your Motherhood


After I wrote the post about "Fear" I came across this blog post on facebook and found it quite appropriate to how I have been feeling lately on the subject.  Satan has a nasty way of creeping in to our thoughts in so many ways and this is just another example of how I, as a mother, needs to stand firm agains him and keep my eyes on God and thoughts pure to His will for me as a mother.

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It is there, and it creeps up like a silent killer. Maybe it is the wet underwear that you found floating in the hallway bathroom. Or the cat food that has been flung out on the floor like tiny marbles waiting to trip up a passerby. Or the loud thumping and yelling and tantruming as if we live in some sort of primal age where roaring and beating your chest were the only way to get other’s attention.

And all of that madness and anger? It wasn’t the kids. It was me.  The mother. The one who left a pair of Superman undies in a bathroom we rarely use for days, fed the cat without my glasses after someone else forgot, and the loud, obnoxious, downright scary human being I can be when I have just had more than I can handle.




That’s the kind of thing that happens when you allow satan to steal your motherhood.
No, it’s not the mistakes. It’s not the forgetfulness. It is what happens on the inside that no one else sees. And he knows just how to get to you.
He admires you, you know. But only when you yell at your kids, complain about tasks that need to be done regardless of how many people are in your home. He loves it when you wish you were the mom with the skinny jeans and tall boots and shiny hair with the perfectly groomed kids at the mall play area. You look at her and think you are sub-par. Satan loves that.
Satan also loves it when you get scared because someone posted a random video online of how their four year old can read, so you freak out that YOUR four year old is more interested in roaming outdoors and  playing with bobby pins and giving them names, so you panic because books are the last thing on her mind. Satan is clapping now.

Satan also adores you when you get on the phone and ignore your kids, when you hide your true feelings and dreams and frustrations with your husband with a weak “I’m fine”, and when you feel like this fun birthday party at the park for your children isn’t “the best” compared to someone else’s insanely expensive Pinterest celebration.
Satan wants you to fail. And to feel alone. And to feel inadequate to what Someone Else has CALLED you to do.
Because I might as well have left the front door unlocked and allowed a thief to come right in my home yesterday. I mean, why not? I let satan in. After all the fussing and nagging and utter bone tired exhaustion, I crawled into bed with my three year old for a moment. Just to apologize.

“I am so sorry today was so rough”
“I didn’t think it was rough. I thought it was fun!”
“Really? Which part was fun?”
“The part where we played on the couch like we were on a boat. Where we ‘fished’ with your belt as a fishing line, and used the couch pillows for life boats”.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks.
“Please pray for me. That I can be a better Mommy”.
“Oh, I did! Earlier today. When it was sunny. Right before we played the boat game”.
Today I’m locking the door tight to whatever evil enters my heart and home.
Today I am going to remember the One who GIVES LIFE and knows I am a mess and LOVES ME ANYWAY.
I washed the undies. The cat took care of the food. That four year old is now six and can read like a champ. But she still names random things. And it’s cool that my hair is “shiny” because it is unwashed and I can’t wear tall boots because they make me taller than the guy that loves me to the moon and back.
Roll those cars down a ramp, read one more princess story, forget how “busy” you think you are and what the world thinks you should accomplish in a 24 hour period and for heaven’s sake, LOG OFF OF PINTEREST.
Take your kids and an old, worn blanket, reheat that coffee and hold them tight and just rest at the feet of Jesus for a moment.
Today? It is going to be okay. Take back your motherhood. It is a gift. Listen to the life-giver, NOT the liar.
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." {John 10:10}
http://www.lettersfromthenest.com/2014/01/satan-steals-motherhood.html 

Fear

Is it just me or did any other women out there give birth to their first born child and IMMEDIATELY feel a sense of innate FEAR about EVERYTHING?!?!?

I think back on some of the stupid and careless things I did in high school and college and wish that I had had more fear in me back then.  So what has changed?  Why am I so fearful of everything now?  I can't watch scary movies (or even previews for them) and I avoid the news because of all the horrible things happening out there...sometimes I feel like I can't help myself.  But I can!!!  It's something I have to pray about daily and even hourly sometimes!  Maybe it's anxiety or sleep deprivation (yes my, 22 month old STILL doesn't sleep through the night, but that's a whole other blog post/issue)?!?  I let things that I hear or see on TV in to my mind and it just spirals out of control from there.  I start imagining scenarios in my head of things happening to me or the boys (God forbid) and start thinking about "what ifs".  What would I do if this happened to me or that happened to so and so?

Just this week I had a conversation with a parent and Chase's school about how she's getting a standard poodle to train as a therapy dog to track her 2.5 year old daughter because her daughter runs off (elopes) and hides.  It sent me in to a mini panic attack thinking about Chase eloping and I had all but figured out how I could get him microchipped before I made myself snap back to reality and prayed for God's peace over my heart and mind.  I know in my heart that God is sovereign over everything and He has a plan for all of us that is completely out of my control.  But it's something I have to remind myself of OFTEN, especially in moments like those.  And night before last I laid in bed for over an hour trying to go to sleep but couldn't because I kept thinking I heard someone in our house or heard the screen door open.  It sends my heart rate through the roof!

IT'S STUPID SATAN getting in to my mind.  It's a dangerous thing.  I know this, yet sometimes these horrible thoughts will pop in to my head and I have to immediately pray for God to take these thoughts from me and banish Satan from my thoughts and mind before I let it go too far.

I didn't used to be this way...I'm blaming it on the boys or having a baby in general.  It's the over-protective "mother bear" coming out.  But it's not healthy and it's not holy.  I have taken refuge in several scriptures that I try to remind myself of when these instances occur:

Ephesians 6:11-13
11   Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.
12   For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
13   Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.


2 Corinthians: 3-5
For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. 
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 
We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

Psalm 91
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.

A couple of days after I wrote this post I read this on facebook and found it so fitting and so perfect for how I've been feeling lately.  It's funny how these things pop up JUST when you need them! :)  (and PS, I LOVE Lysa TerKeurst)


Thursday, February 6, 2014

15 Things To Never Say To A Special Needs Parent

I read this post last night and I think it's worth sharing to make people think before they speak in the future...
As a special needs parent, it seems that people have a desire to comment to me about my children, my parenting, my spiritual beliefs, my life choices and my future plans. Friends, acquaintances, family members and complete strangers are remarkably comfortable questioning and commenting on various aspects of our lives. Unless the comments are intentionally rude, I smile, I nod and I educate; however, that doesn't mean I'm not sometimes offended or put off by these comments.
I work hard to maintain my belief that the world is basically good and that most of the people in it are good as well. To this end, I really want to believe that most of these comments, no matter how inappropriate, hurtful or insulting they may be, come from a place of good intentions that have gone awry.
I hope, I believe, I want so much for this to be true, because if this is true, then my belief in the goodness of the world might be true as well. And so, I write this list in the hopes that it will be read by some of those good people who mean well but whose words can still be as sharp as knives.
All of the following examples of things not to say come from things that have actually been said to me or other special needs parents. Thank you to my friends who shared your stories to help me with this article.
1. "She looks so normal" or "I didn't know anything was wrong with him."
There are many variations of this one, but I have always found these versions to be the most offensive. First off, what is normal anyway? I can handle typical, age-appropriate, even average, but not being "normal" implies what? That she is in fact abnormal, weird, bizarre? As for option two, there is nothing "wrong" with him. While he may have physical, mental and/or medical challenges that most children don't have, that doesn't mean he is wrong in any way. He is exactly who he is supposed to be and there is nothing wrong with that.
2. "He looks fine to me" or "you would never know to look at her."
If someone tells you that his or her child has any type of disability or challenge, the correct response is never to downplay this child's challenges by suggesting that they don't really exist or at least that they are not apparent to you. This comment was a big hot button issue for many parents when I asked around about things not to say. I guess this seems like it will somehow be a comforting thing to say, but in fact, it's just the opposite. First, please realize the amount of effort that has gotten the child to this place where they "look fine" to you. No, it didn't happen overnight. In fact, for many, it was hours of therapy, over the course of many years, not just having therapists see your child in your home and taking your child to therapy appointments but actually becoming a therapist yourself, living, breathing, dreaming about how to make everyday activities therapeutic for your child. All of this is lost in these comments. Furthermore, these comments bring the child's current challenges into question. If I am telling you about my child's diagnosis, it's probably for a reason, so to tell me he "looks fine" basically shuts down the conversation and makes me feel discredited.
3. "Is it genetic?"
It is definitely not OK to ask this unless you are a family member and even then you might want to tread lightly. As the parent where a genetic nightmare resided that I was completely unaware of before having children, I can tell you that this question is a time bomb. While I don't like to think about the fact that my genes are the reason my son has had to have two brain surgeries and has cerebral palsy, the fact is, it's true. Please don't drudge up this negativity by asking me about genetics. For other people for whom the disability does not have a genetic cause, the undertone of this question is that you are wondering if they are somehow to blame for causing the child's challenges.
4. "He's going to grow out of it, right?"
No, people don't grow out of cerebral palsy or autism or any other disability. They don't grow out of PKU or hemophilia either. Of course we expect and hope and pray for continued progress, but also with the knowledge that these difficulties are lifelong. That is the end of today's common sense service announcement.
5. "Did you cause her to be in a wheelchair?"
What would possess a person to ask this of a parent? Seriously, hard to even imagine the good place that went awry with a question like this. Don't ask a parent if they caused their child's disability; most likely they did not. If they did, it was probably in a horrible accident and I suspect they would prefer not to discuss it.
6. "My uncle's brother's nephew's cousin has autism, so I know what it's like" or "My nephew's cousin has autism, too. He's really good at math. What's your son gifted in?"
Don't for a moment believe that you know my experiences or the experiences of any other special needs family, no matter who you know. First, just like any other child, my child is unique. Would you presume to understand all there is to know about a child you just met simply by knowing their age and gender? If you've met one child with autism, you have met one child with autism. If you are interested in what it's like to live in my shoes, ask me, in a kind and respectful way, at an appropriate time. I assure you, you will not know otherwise.
7. "Why didn't you stop having kids after the first one?"
Wow, seriously? How incredibly rude is this question? But since you asked, let me tell you a story. We always wanted at least two children. When my son became ill and we realized that his condition was genetic we decided that it would be unwise to have another child who could potentially have the same condition. However, having another child was important to us for so many reasons, including easing a bit of my anxiety about leaving our son alone in the world one day. But since it wasn't meant to be, we let go of this dreamed-about baby, for the sake of his or her own potential health. And we were sad and we mourned but we moved on. And then, despite our plans and intentions, we discovered we were having another baby anyway. And we were excited, and scared and worried, and thrilled! This is my answer to why we didn't stop having kids; it's messy and full of sorrow and joy, and it's far from simple. This is not a chat I want to have in the checkout line at the grocery store, so don't ask.
8. "God only gives you what you can handle."
This one was another hot button issue for many parents. What if I can't handle it, what if I'm trying to tell you that I need help, what if I'm falling apart or I know that something has to give because I'm just not keeping it together anymore? And what if before I'm able to share my grief and anguish with you, you tell me that God didn't give me more than I can handle. But he did, and I know that I have more than I can handle, and I am trying to reach out for help. This comment just squarely shut me down. Remember, if it takes a village to raise a typical child, it takes a large city to raise a special needs child. Whatever your thoughts are on God, I don't believe he intended me to have to handle all this tough stuff on my own. Furthermore, I have a hard time believing that God chose me and said, "hey, she can handle a whole lot of hard stuff, so I think I will give her a whole lot of extra stuff to deal with, and in the process, I'll cause her son to have terrible pain, lots of medical problems and a physical disability." I can't at all claim to know how children are chosen to have extra challenges, but I don't think you can either. I prefer to believe that God helps me handle whatever challenges are in my path to handle. We all believe what works for us; please don't try to push your beliefs on me.
9. "Have you tried juicing?" or "Why don't you watch this movie about the keto diet?"
These sorts of comments are so incredibly unhelpful. The implication is that somehow you know more than the team of highly trained medical specialists treating my child. While I am all for natural interventions, I also realize that we are very lucky to have modern medicine and I intend to work with my child's medical professionals to responsibly combine natural and modern medical treatments to give him the best of what both can offer. The other issue here is that there is an implication that juicing or removing red dyes, or a gluten and casein free diet, or cranial sacral therapy etc. will somehow be a cure-all. Now don't get me wrong, I am willing to try almost anything that might help my child, and I know many families who swear that they have seen improvement with these sorts of techniques, and who am I to say otherwise? However, please don't suggest that any of these are going to cure my child. Because I will argue that if you know someone whose permanent disability was cured with juicing, they probably didn't have it in the first place!
10. Comments on work, such as: "It must be nice coming late" after running around all morning at appointments or "It must be nice getting to relax all day since you don't have a job."
Taking care of children with special needs is hard work, period. Whether a parent works outside of the home or not, assume they have a full-time job (and by that I mean 24 hours a day, seven days a week).
11. "He's one of God's special angels."
Seriously? Yuck! If I thought this was something you said about all children I guess I could stomach it, but reserving it for kids with special needs is just patronizing.
12. "How in the world did you break both your legs?"
Orthotics aren't familiar to most people who don't know someone who uses them. So just know this: they are not casts and they are not typically used in the treatment of broken bones. When people see a child in an orthotic, they often ask if they broke a bone or assume they had an injury. It's very confusing to a small child who did not break their legs or injure themselves to be asked all the time how they got hurt. Unless you see a cast, assume it's not a broken bone. For that matter, many of our kids wear casts during stretching regimes for weeks at a time or for constraint therapy to encourage them to use a weaker hand by constraining a stronger one. So I guess it's never safe to assume.
13. "I don't know how you do it. You are a great mom" or "Do you really start his IVs, oh dear, I just couldn't possibly do that!"
We all do the best we can with the situations we are faced with in life. Trust me, I never dreamed that I would be able to pop an IV in seconds flat. I never expected to know about orthotics, or to have a good relationship with our pharmacist who knows me by name, or to know what a physiatrist is or how they categorize athletes in the Paralympics. The term "adaptive sports" meant nothing to me 10 years ago, and now it's a huge focus of our lives. You love your kids and they need special care so you give it to them, period. Don't presume that caring for my child makes me Supermom. Tell me I'm a great mom because I laid down the law and set my kids straight when they were acting up. Or because I managed to sneak vegetables into mac and cheese and no one noticed. Taking care of my kids doesn't make me a great mom, it just makes me a mom; that's what we do.
14. "I can't believe you give her (insert medicine or medical procedure here), I would never give that to my child."
Well thank God your child doesn't have the medical need for it, for goodness' sake, because if they did I'm sure you would rest on your laurels and not give them the lifesaving treatment they need. Seriously people, think before you open your mouths. I hear this most often relating to seizure medicine. Don't get me wrong, I hate the seizure meds and the toll they have taken on my child's brain. However, I know that the permanent damage to his brain they are saving him from is absolutely worth it. Yes, I will take the slowed cognitive efficiency, in favor of protecting his brain. Furthermore, this difficult and complex decision rests with my husband and me and the team of highly skilled specialists who treat our child. We have this under control, so feel free to donate your two cents elsewhere on this matter.
15. "I nearly had a stroke" or "I think I'm going to have an epileptic fit" or "Are you retarded?"
We can be a bit sensitive about these sorts of things. The "R" word is a real issue for me. It's just so offensive and outdated. To hear grown adults using it is shameful. It was offensive to say in high school, but we didn't know or understand, or maybe we just didn't care. However, everyone should know and understand now, so the message you're sending if you're still using it is that you don't care.
Comments such as "I nearly had a stroke" can be really offensive to a parent whose child did in fact have a stroke. Just be conscious of your audience and think before you speak; truly, that's good advice for any occasion.
Now you know 15 things not to say to a special needs parent. Keep an eye out for an upcoming sequel where I will delve into some alternative options to the comments above. Feel free to share your ideas for that article in the comments below.

This article originally appeared on The Mobility Resource blog.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-darla-clayton-psyd/15-things-never-to-say-to-a-special-needs-parent_b_4641506.html

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

20 Things

http://thisoddhouse.org/2014/01/28/20-things-i-might-have-told-my-20-something-self/
Here are 20 things I might have told my 20-something self…
  1. Examine your foundation carefully. It’s your worldview. Look deeply at what you value and what you believe about God and man and truth and reality. And make it your own.  Because it will affect every decision you make. And because life has a way of picking you up and tossing you around. And you always want to nail the landing.
  2. Seek healing. Don’t imagine that the trauma of your childhood has been left in the past. It simmers under the surface. And it will surprise you at how suddenly it can boil up or suck you under. The work of healing those hard places might involve reading books or finding counseling. (Don’t be too afraid or too ashamed to ask for help.) But ultimately take that trauma to the only Helper, the Counselor, who has a totally healing touch.
  3. Remain teachable. More specifically, find a mentor. A parent, a pastor, a teacher, a spiritual guide. Or just a person who is living as you would like to live. Spend time with them. Sit at their feet. Look and listen and learn. And, most importantly, be different because of them.
  4. Choose your community carefully. Your friends will give shape to your life. They will either stunt your growth or spur you on. And when you find good friends, keep them. They are like gold. Treasure them. Invest in them. Spur them on too. Be the kind of friend that you would like to have.
  5. Feed yourself. Your body, your mind, and especially your soul. When your soul is starving, you can’t see straight. So learn what sort of nourishment you need. A group Bible study? A worship song? A long run? An art project? A prayer with a friend? This is an individual matter, so take the time to figure out what fills you up.
  6. Foster good habits. As Annie Dillard said, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” So don’t wait until tomorrow to get up early, go to bed on time, exercise enough, save money, and so on.  The patterns of your life today are the person you will become.
  7. Learn to rest. Though this could fall under “foster good habits,” for me, it deserves its own point. I am terrible at it. And I can trace this trouble back to my twenties—when I was single and lonesome and (more) insecure. And to distract myself, I filled my days and nights to overflowing. A bit fuller and more frenetic each year. So I would tell my 20-something self that busy is not better. And your worth is not measured by the length of your to-do list.
  8. Take sin seriously. There is no such thing as “getting away with it.” Even if you don’t “get caught.” Though grace is gigantic and forgiveness is free, sin does still stain. And the spot will undoubtedly spread further and sink deeper than you can initially see.
  9. Be patient. Learn to wait well. You are used to getting things in an instant and on demand. But life doesn’t always work that way. Neither does God. His timing is rarely yours. But His is always right. He doesn’t rush. And He never delays. Instead, He unfolds a plan carefully designed and perfectly timed to bring Him glory. (More on that later.)
  10. Don’t worry. It’s a waste. Of time. Energy. And emotion. Worry will tie you in knots. Keep you up at night. Make you cranky and crazy. Nothing good ever comes of it. Worry is fear for the future, but worry does nothing to actually change it. So instead of worrying, make the best decisions you can right now. That’s all you can do. Then let it be.
  11. Evaluate your emotions. They are tricky. And they can be trouble. Often, they spring up from our triggered trauma. For example, let’s say (hypothetically) your husband says something about your blog. He might mean it innocently, even positively. But (hypothetically) you hear it differently. And you immediately feel threatened, defensive, hurt. All of your (hypothetical) insecurity swells to the surface in an instant. You can go with it. Milk it. Act on it. Hurt him back. Or you can do the better thing and take it back to truth.
  12. Adjust your expectations. So much of our disappointment and frustration—with people, with life, with God—occurs because we presume that life should go our way. I still remember the Friday night when the light bulb of this lesson first switched on for me. I was driving home from work, mulling over my expectations for the weekend and already becoming irritated, knowing that they wouldn’t be met. So I decided to change them. Simple as that. I made the very conscious decision to rewrite my personal plan for those two days. And I put only one thing on my new agenda: “Love Peter well.” That I could do. That I did. And I was in no way disappointed.
  13. Take risks. Follow God’s leading boldly into the unknown. Beyond the horizon of your comfort zone. As a wise friend advised me when we were trying to decide whether or not to put our already broken hearts on the line to foster our son Daryl, “Do what you won’t regret.”
  14. Press into pain. While no one wants to experience pain, you will. Don’t be shocked. Don’t run from it. Don’t ignore it. Don’t fight it. Let it be. Let it burn and melt your heart. But never fear that God has abandoned you to the flame. He is there. His presence is unwavering. He is pursuing you and purging the dross. You are not being punished. You are being purified.
  15. Realize that your life is not about you anyhow. It’s about Him and His glory. I used to repeatedly recite this mantra to myself when a big project loomed and I feared the outcome. Would I succeed or fail? Would my reputation rise or fall? “It’s not about me. It’s all about Him.” I said it over and over and over again. And if He receives more glory from your failure, so be it. Accepting this takes the pressure off.
  16. Maintain an eternal perspective. Train your eyes on this hope, this inheritance, that will “never perish, spoil, or fade.” That is “kept in heaven for you.” For it is in this that you are “filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy” (1 Peter 1). Peter (the apostle, not the husband) said it better than I could. So we’ll leave it at that.
  17. Embrace grace. Accept it with open arms and open heart. Hold it tight until it soaks into your soul. Then release it. Give it away. To your family, to your friends, to your church. When I was 20-something, my church was falling apart. The pastor left. The leadership couldn’t agree. And the congregation was about to split. I was disillusioned and critical. Sitting in judgment over all of them. Looking down my nose with disgust. But that posture helps no one, and it is not your place.
  18. Live loved. Wake up every morning and—before you put your feet to the floor—let your mind and heart linger on the fact that the Creator of the Universe loves you passionately, completely, unconditionally, and eternally. Nothing matters more than this. And this one truth can change absolutely everything.
  19. Never, ever get another perm. (A digression, I know. And yes, it is included because I needed one more point to make 20. But, really, it had to be said. Right? I’m pretty sure you were already thinking it.)
  20. Finally, prepare to be amazed. Your life may look something like you envision. Or it may take you to places that you never imagined. Regardless. Hold on tight. Because He is in the business of blowing your mind.