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Good days

The majority of days are good days in our household. We definitely have our weird flare-ups where the stars align just so and create the perfect storm of cranky kids and sleep-deprived adults struggling to survive the latest antics that so-called “child development” brings us. We are definitely kept on our toes.

Then the rest of the time, I look around and see evidence of our children, our blessings, all around us. I know some people do not like to have toys scattered about but not me.  The way I see it, I worked really hard to bring these two knuckleheads into the world and I’d like to see some evidence of my efforts around my house. Except for foot-killers legos.  Legos I can do without. I see the greasy handprint on the glass of my antique china cabinet, the TV blares a re-run George, and a stray sock is static-glued to the side of my couch…and I absolutely love it.

I love watching the boys play in the bath together. Anytime Zane starts giggling at his beloved big brother, Nathan will repeat it to make him laugh again.  Before bed we have our tradition of sitting on our bed and I read and discuss a passage from our toddler bible devotion book. It’s our little time away from TV, iPhones, and other typical American distractions. Nathan squirms and Zane tries his absolute best to eat the book…but still. I love it.  Then, as little boys are wont to do, Nathan reviews with us both that everyone’s tooty makes the sound, “toot-toot” but babies have special tooties. The tooties of babies says, “Gaga.” This is of course followed by peals of laughter and I can’t help but to smile. A child’s laughter is God’s gift to mankind.

This time in our lives is hard in that unique way that parenting two small children can be, but it is precious. I know without a doubt that we are in the midst of the best years of our lives.

Stop what you are doing and enjoy it. Savor those innocent little faces and cherish those little feet and giggles. This time will be over before you know it.




Regression Days

Me: Nathan, would you like a pop tart?

(Don’t judge- I’m up every few hours nursing.)

N’s reply: A pop tart. A pop tart is like a squared rectangle with four sides. Has four sides, one, two, three, four.

In other words, yes, he wants the pop tart. Sighs. Great, I think to myself, another day in regressionville.

For whatever reason, N has these days where he just seems to regress and acts more (aspergers? SID?) -whatever- than usual. I can see it coming a mile away. He parrots instead of giving me typical responses (like above), sniffs his blanket constantly throughout the day, asks me repeatedly to read his Red Light, Green light book and/or look up his tornado or car wash videos on youtube, and so forth. It’s days like these where I have to make sure I put extra effort into our coping strategies such as counting and telling him exactly what we’re going to do before we do each thing. It’s days like this where I will have to put off washing his hair and may not get to vacuum without him getting overwhelmed and shutting down on me. Meltdowns are to be expected. Going somewhere with him in tow is out of the question on stupid, cotton-picking days like these.

I’m frustrated.

I am hoping that we will get our diagnosis soon so that I will finally get some answers and help on how to help him. I’m researching and educating myself as much as I can but there is only so much I can do.  I am not an expert, and I have zero experience with maddeningly brilliant, insanely complex kids like him.  I am constantly (constantly, constantly) going over various situations in my head trying to figure out how I could have handled it better, if I missed something at the time, or simply just trying to figure out what is going on in his noggin of his, and always trying to gain insight into how he processes the world around him.

I read an article today.

The article is about how a mother struggled with the sensory processing stuff when her sons were younger. At the end also states that they have aspergers. Anyhow, one of her sons went on to use his strengths and became very successful.  It was exactly what I needed to read. I needed a reminder that despite our struggles with this, whatever it is, he has definite strengths and it is my job to help him find his niche in the world where those strengths are celebrated. He is not ordinary, he is extraordinary. Extraordinary kids have extraordinary challenges, but they can also become extraordinarily successful. So empowering.

With that reminder, my day has gone from dreading the hours ahead to staring regressionville in the proverbial eyes and saying,

Bring. It. On.

Yours truly,

Supermom with a Superkid.


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