Moments of grace

A boy and his bears.  The bears are his best friends, next to his little sisters.

My handsome not-so-little boy

Historically, haircuts have not gone well for my young man.  See here and especially here.  Today, however, he shined.

A definition of success for Andrew: stress-free community outing leading to a quick, painless trim. This may not seem like "big news" in the world of special education, but it is HUGE news in my world of parenting a child with autism.  Because of the high-quality Occupational Therapy he receives (thank you, Pathways), my son can tolerate what is, for most young men a stress-free experience.  For him, they have typically included screaming (him), tears (him and me), and frustration (him, me, hair dresser, and other patrons).

Thank you, Jen Z., Lorraine, Kelly, Kerry, Bob and every other amazing OT who helped us get here.  It's a good place.  Andrew is happy with the cookie he chose as a reward for rocking the hair cut experience.

For what it's worth, it makes for a strange life when the highlight of the day has been a hair cut.  Next, onto the needed, and important, process of buying a razor as Andrew very much does not want the beard fuzz on his chin or above his lip. 

My little boy will soon be a teenager.  Time flies.

Mother's Day

Just when you wonder if you're a good mom who is making an imprint in your child's life, she comes up with something like this.  Last year, S wrote this all by herself,  printed it out, and glued it onto the cover of the Boston Sunday Globe.

Mother's Day has never been the "Hallmark Holiday" for me that it can be for others.  I don't know my birth mother, who left me at an orphanage in India.  I am so blessed to have a few very special women in my life who have helped fill the void. I amblessed my birth mother did not give uo but cared enough to allow me to be adopted.

All I ever wanted was to be a mom, and a good one.   Being a mother has made me more tolerant, kinder, gentler, and more patient (the latter is a work in progress).

I will never lose sight of the fact that my children are more important than anything else.  The village they belong to loves them.

I know what it's like to feel the weight of the world (specifically the IEP/school one) sitting on your shoulders.   Today presented an opportunity to pay that friendship and kindness forward... To all you *extra-special* moms, know you are loved (even if your kids can't/don't tell you as much, even if you don't *get* breakfast in bed, flowers, or jewelery, even if you feel stressed to the point of exhaustion by a system which struggles/often-time fails to support kids and families).  Your children and friends care.  It takes a village, folks, doesn't it?  

S's "article" tells me I must be doing *something* right.

Happy Mother's Day!