Shh...Mum is Thinking

Friday, July 21, 2006

I Feel...

Happy...

...because I made something for my youngest son this week that has him tickled pink and thrilled. And I've almost finished a painting that has frustrated me this last month...can't seem to get it just right, but it's allllmost there! Whew...

...because during our speech assessment last week, the therapist told me she is starting a social skills group and she thinks it would be a perfect fit for my son. I'm so hopeful this will be a good experience for my little guy, and maybe a way to meet some children (dare I hope for a close friend, even?) who are quirky and different...who are similar to him. We're lucky we live next to a park, so there are almost always a few neighborhood kids for him to socialise with everyday, but I'd really like him to meet more spectrumy kids. Will this make him feel less lonely, I wonder....less. Different? I hope so. I know I gravitated towards those type children when I was in school :-) It was just more comfortable. Ahh...the blessing of having quirky friends when you're a quirky kid...

...because I made paella for the first time this week. We researched it beforehand--the kids and I were thrilled with this little gem: http://www.vivaspanish.org/PaellaVideo.htm . They must have listened to the music 10 times in a row, and were giggling and singing "Hey! Hey! Hey!" I learned NOT to use paprika in the recipe, though, and not so happy about that. Ew. Made a note on the side of the printed out recipe...NO paprika. Gak.

...because my David Ford cd came in the mail :-D Bought it on the strength of this from NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5560603 I'm so out of the loop with popular music at the moment; I usually only listen to the news on the radio. I don't even know if this is something most people would have heard already. It definitely touched a deep nerve with me...he sings like a street corner prophet in this song, while the music gradually builds to an eye crossing cacophony, then ends with motes of dust settling. Doesn't sound like much of a recommendation lol, but I LOVE it. And geez, I love NPR, too. What a great place to find interesting bits of music, news, science information. Too cool...

Confused....

...about a friend of mine. Maybe it would be more appropriate to say she's a close acquaintance-- met through a one of my husbands work mates--our families have gotten together a few times, and I really like her and enjoy her company. Her husband called awhile back to tell us she was having surgery, and I knew her family was there to help out...so I waited a couple of weeks to call her and see how she's holding up. She sounded hurt I hadn't come around or called sooner, and I feel so bad. See, I thought it was best to give her time to recuperate first. That's what I would have wanted, I'm pretty sucky at putting on a happy face or chatting when I'm sick or recovering. I just feel sorry I misjudged how SHE would feel. I wonder if it would help to make her something really sinful (cheesecake? Baklava?) to show I really DO care. In fact, that's why I waited to call :-( I didn't want to bug her. argh...

Amused...

A couple of weeks ago the heavy wooden header over a sliding door that separates our living room from the kitchen area fell right off the wall when I closed the door. It had been a bit wobbly lately, I really should have gotten up there and tightened the screws sooner...just lucky it didn't hit one of the kids on the head. It hit my wrist as it came down, narrowly missed hitting my monitor on my computer desk, and smashed a pottery jar sending pencils, paperclips and pottery shards up in a cascade of debris. Now, I don't normally curse, out loud anyway :-) But it felt a bit like the world was ending for a few seconds and I let out a loud "Holy SHIT!" in my surprise. Husband and kids rushed up to help me set things right, and check my wrist. Afterwards, my youngest imp laughed at me..."Mum you said shhhhiiitttt....Holy shit, holy shit, holyshitholyshhhhitttt..." Oy. The next few days, he managed to inject the "sh" word into as many different phrases as possible, and when Dad finally put his foot down and said NO MORE...son said "Aw, but Dad, I've thought of so many uses for it!" I thought about it, and yep. He'd used it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb. We've been learning the parts of speech lately. Now, the question is, where can I find another word to teach him that's as useful as 'shit'?

Distressed...

...at the news of another murder of an autistic child. I don't know very much about this one, there is so much information about the father and nothing at all about the events surrounding the murder or the child himself. It's just so sad and depressing.

...at the news that ANOTHER big company, this time Kellogg’s, has bought into the Autism Speaks ridiculousness. Thanks to Autism Diva for alerting us http://autismdiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/snap-crackle-and-pop-are-just-trying.html . I'm going to write a letter, and no, I'm not going to buy Kellogg’s for awhile, just to soothe my own nerves on the subject. I'd like to know more about the group AD mentioned, the Autistic Social Action Committee--I hope they're calling for boycotting companies that support Autism Speaks and their ilk. I would feel so much better about all this lack of attention to the people they claim to support if there were some way to effectively protest. Seems the only place to really make an impact on people like that, is to get them in the pocket book.

And finally, I feel...

Hopeful...

...because there has been so much support for this petition http://www.autism-hub.co.uk/autism-speaks-dont-speak-for-me/index.php . I hope so much this will make a difference...I hope this will help stop the overwhelming tide of misinformation about autism. I hope for a better future for our children, where their strengths are acknowledged and nutured, and their difficulties given REAL attention and support, and the fairytale(cure with quack therapy)/horror story(autism as tragedy) stuff will end once and for all. If you haven't seen the petition, please read it. If you agree, please sign it. Lets give Autism Speaks a loud and clear message--if they want to speak for us, they need to speak for us ALL, and they need to speak the TRUTH.

6 Comments:

At 5:11 AM, July 22, 2006, Blogger r.b. said...

This is awful, but Ben's first words were "mommy", "daddy", and "shit". Myself, I never heard the "s" word out of my mother's mouth until I was 12 years old. My Dad, however, taught us how to cuss like drunken sailors!

Sounds like your kids enjoy it as much as Ben does, 11 years later. And to apply it to the parts of speech! How "creative"! Thanks a lot, I'll never be able to forget that for weeks...every time anybody uses the word I'll be thinking "noun, verb, adjective..."

 
At 5:38 PM, July 22, 2006, Anonymous Kathy said...

Shit mum ! That was an awfully long post .(Sorry mum just couldn't resist that)..

Seriously though why is it the swear words that they always remember eh? I remember about a year ago when, after a particularly harrowing day, after securing my son in the back seat of the car I hurt my thumb.Out came the "f "word. Well as soon as I had uttered it my son laughed and said it over a few times. Quickly I pointed to the traffic and said " look a truck a truck"
Thankfully that worked and he started saying truck.
Phew.. sure taught me a lesson.

 
At 4:05 AM, July 23, 2006, Blogger Mum is Thinking said...

r.b., so funny about your son's first words ;-)

Your mum and dad sound a bit like my husband and me...I honestly don't mind a well placed cuss word, but I worry the kids will pick it up. I'm usually the one shushing my husband..."Shh! the kids will hear!"

Hey, Kathy, you're quick on your feet! I love the way you redirected that...I wonder if he'll end up saying "Oh truck!" next time he's frustrated though lol

 
At 6:50 AM, July 24, 2006, Blogger mumkeepingsane said...

Patrick recently watched a movie with his brother and we weren't paying attention to who was in the room. It's a movie his older brother is allowed to watch because he understands you can't repeat those words.

Well all of a sudden he started saying "holy shic". Yep, you know what he means. And he's never seen that movie again but he still says it. *sigh*

 
At 6:09 AM, August 03, 2006, Blogger Natalia said...

Hi I have done stuff like what happened with your friend or almost-friend. (I have also cussed in front of kids by mistake, but that's another topic). But I was thinking:
[unsolicited advice]
(a) if she also likes you and wants to understand you, you should be able to tell her why you waited and she should understand it was a confusion. (b) if such a thing comes up again, you could send a getwell card right when it happens, and say explicitly that you will wait some time to call the person so they can rest. Then they know you're thinking of them throughout. I probably would not have thought of this if it was my own friend, though. (*_*)
[/unsolicited advice]

PS: did I already recommend you http://illustrationfriday.com/ ? I try to recommend it to everyone I "meet" online who does art, becos it's a lot of fun.

 
At 6:24 PM, August 03, 2006, Blogger Mum is Thinking said...

Thanks Natalia, it sounds like good advice. I didn't even think of sending a card :-0

I guess part of the problem with not knowing what to do is that this friend is not someone I normally visit or even talk to on the phone. In fact, I don't really have friends like that. We tend to get together maybe once or twice a year with the entire families and have a barbeque or something. I think the fact her husband made a point of calling us ahead of time was a hint to come around, though neither my husband or I realised it at the time. Anyway, the friendship isn't ending, it's just distressing that I read the situation wrong.

Thanks for the tip about illustrationfriday :-D It sounds like fun, and the artwork is good. I'll look into it, not sure how to join yet.

 

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