I dropped a tired M off at school today. Mondays are the days the kids meet for a few minutes on the black top before starting school. A time when the principal talks about the values the kids should exhibit that week; a time to say the pledge with the whole school; a time when names are drawn for recognition of a kind gesture the week before.
M's name has never been called at one of these meetings. I doubt M's previous teacher ever submitted his name for one of the drawings, frankly, though in fairness I shouldn't say that affirmatively since I don't have proof.
M was in his classroom with his aide and I was walking back to my car as I heard the names and their room numbers called. And just as I was almost out of earshot I heard it. 'M, A-12!' And even better...all of the other names had elicited hand claps, but my boys' name elicited claps and a loud 'Woo!' from a boy in the crowd. I can think of one boy in particular who probably did that, and I'll be sure to pass along my own recognition to his Mommy to make her as proud as I felt for my little guy today. Yes, I am such a sentimental dork that it made me tear up with pride as I walked to my car. (and again when I repeated it to my other half--oy!)
Thanks, new teacher, for taking the time to recognize my little man and put his name in that drawing. The inclusiveness this woman has shown in just a few weeks of school are so huge and honestly took very little effort! I plan on sending her an email now to let her know how appreciative I am. Gotta keep the flow of appreciative recognition going!
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Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
It's The Little Things
I took both boys to Whole Foods the other day at the busiest shopping time of the day. I knew this wasn't my best idea, but sometimes you have to get groceries and can't think about all the reasons why you know it isn't going to be a pleasant experience.
Let me preface this story by saying that M and I have been enjoying quite a few one on one shopping trips lately. He has become very good with my prompt of 'hands on the cart' as the way to keep track of him and not have him wander off when I am reading a label or otherwise preoccupied for a split second. Keeping his hands on the cart also helps him to not be tempted to do his contorted-faced, hopping, wild hand flapping dance that brings unwanted attention to us in a split second. I need to get through my shopping trip without feeling like I have a hundred eyes watching us from aisle to aisle. (and, yes, I am much better about tuning said eyes out, but let's be honest here...you always know they're there!)
Having both boys with me brings on challenges that I can't always figure out. Yes, my little B man is quite the talker and this may put a little more stress on M; but during this particular trip, B had been warned (heartily, I might add) that he best keep calm and quiet so as to not insight aforementioned wild hand flapping dance...or worse, the eight-year-old, appears-too-big-to-be-having-that-sort-of-public-tantrum tantrum.
B actually was doing a great job of staying chill while riding in the seat of the cart as M and I pushed him along, but apparently the crowds and overstimulation of the store were just too much for M that day, and so every five minutes or so, I found myself trying as calmly and discreetly as I could to redirect my eight-year-old from crying and pitching a fit. Yes, many people will jump ship in these situations--and we've done that before too--but I live 30 minutes from Whole Foods and I sure as hell was going to finish.
You know, as much as I accept that autism is a big part of my life, I am human and it is ridiculously frustrating to have your child acting out on what should be a simple grocery shopping trip. I had not asked much of M that day in terms of doing things that were out of his comfort zone, so I didn't think that a 30-minute grocery trip was out of the question for us that day.
As we stood in the pasta aisle trying to find gluten free lasagna noodles for the lasagna I'd promised B I would make (and the one I couldn't possibly have made with wheat noodles because I didn't want M to feel left out) the sweetest woman came toward me. It was clear she'd come down that aisle specifically to find us. With a gentle hand she reached out and touched my arm and said to me, 'You are doing such a good job. You are a good Mom.' My reaction was to say, 'Oh, you're going to make me cry!' (as she was about to cry by just saying those simple words to me) But then I thanked her profusely for her words and told her how much it meant to me that she took a moment to say that.
I have to say that I held my head much higher for the remainder of the shopping trip. I felt calmer in my heart and I put the smile back on my face.
I don't know if that woman had a child with special needs of her own or loved someone who did. But with a seemingly simple gesture, she turned around a bad moment and turned it into a positive one. It probably wasn't easy for her to come and say that to me either. You never know how people will react to things, even if they are meant to be kind. But she took a chance on me, and I am grateful that she did.
So if you see a Mom struggling a bit with a child--special needs or not--remind her that she is doing a good job and she is a good Mom. We could all use a little praise from time to time, and having it given at our lower points rewards us that much greater.
Let me preface this story by saying that M and I have been enjoying quite a few one on one shopping trips lately. He has become very good with my prompt of 'hands on the cart' as the way to keep track of him and not have him wander off when I am reading a label or otherwise preoccupied for a split second. Keeping his hands on the cart also helps him to not be tempted to do his contorted-faced, hopping, wild hand flapping dance that brings unwanted attention to us in a split second. I need to get through my shopping trip without feeling like I have a hundred eyes watching us from aisle to aisle. (and, yes, I am much better about tuning said eyes out, but let's be honest here...you always know they're there!)
Having both boys with me brings on challenges that I can't always figure out. Yes, my little B man is quite the talker and this may put a little more stress on M; but during this particular trip, B had been warned (heartily, I might add) that he best keep calm and quiet so as to not insight aforementioned wild hand flapping dance...or worse, the eight-year-old, appears-too-big-to-be-having-that-sort-of-public-tantrum tantrum.
B actually was doing a great job of staying chill while riding in the seat of the cart as M and I pushed him along, but apparently the crowds and overstimulation of the store were just too much for M that day, and so every five minutes or so, I found myself trying as calmly and discreetly as I could to redirect my eight-year-old from crying and pitching a fit. Yes, many people will jump ship in these situations--and we've done that before too--but I live 30 minutes from Whole Foods and I sure as hell was going to finish.
You know, as much as I accept that autism is a big part of my life, I am human and it is ridiculously frustrating to have your child acting out on what should be a simple grocery shopping trip. I had not asked much of M that day in terms of doing things that were out of his comfort zone, so I didn't think that a 30-minute grocery trip was out of the question for us that day.
As we stood in the pasta aisle trying to find gluten free lasagna noodles for the lasagna I'd promised B I would make (and the one I couldn't possibly have made with wheat noodles because I didn't want M to feel left out) the sweetest woman came toward me. It was clear she'd come down that aisle specifically to find us. With a gentle hand she reached out and touched my arm and said to me, 'You are doing such a good job. You are a good Mom.' My reaction was to say, 'Oh, you're going to make me cry!' (as she was about to cry by just saying those simple words to me) But then I thanked her profusely for her words and told her how much it meant to me that she took a moment to say that.
I have to say that I held my head much higher for the remainder of the shopping trip. I felt calmer in my heart and I put the smile back on my face.
I don't know if that woman had a child with special needs of her own or loved someone who did. But with a seemingly simple gesture, she turned around a bad moment and turned it into a positive one. It probably wasn't easy for her to come and say that to me either. You never know how people will react to things, even if they are meant to be kind. But she took a chance on me, and I am grateful that she did.
So if you see a Mom struggling a bit with a child--special needs or not--remind her that she is doing a good job and she is a good Mom. We could all use a little praise from time to time, and having it given at our lower points rewards us that much greater.
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