Parenting, Special Needs, The World We Live In

Something ‘Bout This Time of Year…

Tomorrow is the last day of the school year. A year that has felt like a really long year– like really, REALLY long.

Last school year ended in a bit of dumpster fire, but in a lot of ways the 2020-21 year told the previous one to hold its proverbial beer.

But, it is ending with a bit more normalcy than we’ve seen in the last 14 or so months.

My kids’ schools were able to put on some treasured year end traditions. They made things like our annual field day happen. They gave the kids a chance to take a break from all the hard work and let them be kids like they had been pre-COVID.

Our superintendent sent a beautiful email today thanking all of us for our hard work and collaboration and for a successful school year. He encouraged us to take the next few months to relax, disconnect, and be families.

And I am here for it.

I am ready for the slower pace of summer. I am ready for the extra time with my kids and to take a break from the daily grind.

However, if you are anything like me, this ending is bittersweet.

To be perfectly honest, the end of every school year is a little bittersweet to me. It signals the end of another chapter. I’m not so good with endings or goodbyes.

It also makes me aware of how speedy the 18 summers of childhood go by.

There was a lot of growth with all four of my kids in my home. Tomorrow after we pick them up one last time we’ll celebrate all they achieved– honor roll, killing virtual learning, mastering counting numbers and reciting the alphabet. We will celebrate all of the big and the small wins.

As this school year ends, that’s what I want to remind you to do, my friends– celebrate ALL the wins.

Maybe your Senior is graduating after a really strange last two years of high school. They’re donning caps and gowns and ready to set the world on fire.

Maybe your middle school child learned a new skill this year or tested into a higher level of a subject academically. They did this in the midst of a pandemic, y’all.

Maybe your painfully shy child stepped outside of their shell and made new friends. They cultivated these friendships in all sorts of new and creative ways this year.

Maybe your child rocked their IEP goals. Now they are off to the next level of learning when a few months ago this didn’t even seem possible.

Maybe your child just made it. Maybe they just survived the year and are no worse for the wear. That’s okay too.

Celebrate it all because they just moved their mountain and they’re on to the next one.

And in the words of the late great Dr. Seuss, “You’re off to great places. Today is your day. Your mountain is waiting so get on your way!”

Happy Summer, friends. Only 100 short days until we get to do it all again. Let’s make them count!

Parenting

Lucky to Be Your Mom

Can I tell you a secret?

I didn’t always want to be a mom.

Now, I know what you’re thinking– how can a woman with four kids confess this?

Well, it’s true.

I didn’t always want to be a mom. I didn’t always want to be a wife either. I’ve always been incredibly independent and had big dreams of running the world. Those dreams didn’t include a family of my own.

But, then it happened.

Love. The fairytale, once in a lifetime love. The type of love where you know your soul has found its home. You know that kind of love that makes you forget everything and everyone before it? Yes, that love.

Right as I was finishing college and finally coming into my own I met the one who was meant for me. I was head over heels and a goner. We went from meeting to engaged in the span of four months. It was quite possibly the most impulsive and solid thing I have ever done in my life.

And suddenly all those big dreams changed.

Not only was I becoming a wife, but I knew I was going to become a mother. My future husband was the kind of man who needed and deserved to be a dad. I was planning my walk down the aisle and imagining walking with the stroller all at the same time.

Shortly before our second anniversary we found out we were expecting our first child and I knew then that all I wanted to be was a mom. Sure, I wouldn’t be running board meetings or handling press for high profile clients, but I would be the master of the calendar and the keeper of the Cheerios and that would be more than enough for me.

Fast forward more than a decade and four kids total later and I am living the life I never dreamed.

No, my friends, you did not read that wrong. I am living the life I never dreamed because it is better than anything I ever could have dreamed.

My husband– he’s pretty rad and I love him as much as I breathe, but those four pieces of my heart walking around this world are my reason for being. They are my why and my purpose.

I am so lucky to be their mom.

Beyond lucky, really.

The days are long (some longer than others) and the years fly by much too quickly. Parenting is insanely bittersweet, but it is by far the most rewarding job I’ve ever been blessed to have. The little arms reaching for me and the hugs and kisses and “I love yous,” beat any paycheck or accolade I could ever receive.

I spent years in the classroom learning, but my kids are the most important teachers I’ll ever have.

They make me want to be a better person. They push me to be the best version of myself. They show me time and again what true, unconditional love looks like.

They are kind and empathetic. Their laughter fills my soul. Their bond with each other and how they conduct themselves in this world let’s me know that I did at least four things right in this life.

On the hardest days, they make it all worthwhile.

When talking about meeting and marrying my husband I joke that the day we met I was like The Grinch– my heart grew three sizes that day. I never knew how much love a heart could hold before him and I didn’t realize how that could grow until I held each of my babies.

You know what they say about the best laid plans, right?

It’s true. I thank God each and every day when I open my eyes that it is true.

So, I didn’t rule the corporate world. I’ve never made the high dollar salary I once dreamed of. I’m not making deals and taking names. But, I am okay with that because I got something better.

I got the life I never dreamed of.

I am so thankful for that.

I am raising my greatest adventures.

And I am just so darn lucky to be their mom.

📷 cred: Shannon Christopher Photography
Parenting, Social Media, Special Needs, The World We Live In

Raising Them Kind

Kind people are my kind of people.

The older I have gotten I found this to be more and more true. I don’t have the time or patience for pettiness and being mean simply because you can.

When I was pregnant with my oldest I remember telling my husband that our child could be anything they wanted to be, but they couldn’t be the “mean kid.” There would be no bullies in this house. I’ve spent my 11 years in parenting reinforcing that believe in my children.

I’ve tried my best to raise them up and raise them kind along the way.

I’ve taught them to think before they speak– is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? If you can’t answer yes to all three of those questions then perhaps you shouldn’t say it. That doesn’t mean they can’t stand up for themselves or assert themselves, but it does mean they do it in a respectful manner.

Becoming a parent of two boys with special needs really puts kindness in a whole different light for me.

We live in a world that isn’t built for those who are different, who doesn’t accept those who don’t “fit” and is quite often unkind because of it. The thought of this is quite possibly what broke my heart the hardest on diagnosis day– that the world was harsh and I couldn’t fix that for either of them or couldn’t always shelter them from the hurt ahead.

We fight every single day for acceptance and inclusion and yes, kindness for our boys. My little guys are the sweetest, most loving boys and just want that in return.

There have been moments like the time at school pick up that Jack introduced me to “Friend,” a little boy who would go on to become his best friend, that have made me feel so hopeful.

There have been those moments of pain when my heart has broken for them like when a neighbor child purposely excluded them loudly exclaiming that she didn’t want to play with them because of how “weird” they are. The response from her mother about it broke my heart even more.

My daughters see this and it has made them both two of the most empathetic humans you could meet. I see their kind hearts reflected in how hard they love their brothers, how they stand up for them and in the friends they choose to surround themselves with.

Kindness starts at home.

It starts with me. I know I have fallen short at times, but I do my hardest to remember the lessons I’ve impressed upon my kids and walk the walk. I’ve give the grace to others that I wish to see and I find myself drawn to like minded others.

This week I connected with an amazing mama who I am so excited to get to know better. We met at a park and the time flew as we chatted about everything– our husbands, kids, families, favorite pediatricians, common therapists and experiences. It was awesome and I am excited to see how we can use our voices and platforms for good.

We live in a world that seems to put a kindness in the column labeled weakness.

I completely reject that notion– you can be kind and not be a doormat. Take a scroll through social media comment sections and you’ll see what I am talking about. I experienced some of it firsthand last month while sharing our story during World Autism Month. It’s disheartening, really.

But, here’s the thing. Kindness isn’t weakness. Kindness doesn’t go out of fashion. Kindness is free. It is up to us to speak up and speak out to make this world a better place and leave things better than we found them.

It starts with you and me.

It starts in our homes.

So, let’s raise them kind as we raise them up.

Lindsay Althaus of The Althaus Life Toledo Moms Jūpmode

Parenting, Special Needs

“He’s Not Heavy. He’s My Brother.”

The sibling bond is a special one. I have three brothers and as I have gotten older I realize one of the greatest gifts my parents ever gave me was my siblings.

There is something reassuring about having someone who really knows where you came from and stood shoulder to shoulder facing the world with you when all roads pointed home.

When my husband and I began discussing children– how many to have, how far to space them, etc., I knew I wanted more than one and not that far apart. I wanted to give my children a guaranteed someone to walk this world with them once I am gone. We decided on three kids all three years apart.

Want to hear God laugh? Make a plan.

We ended up with four kids– three of them spaced three years apart from each other with our youngest coming 18 months after his older brother. He’s the greatest surprise of my life and God knew we needed him.

So, we ended up with two girls and two boys. The girls are older than the boys. The boys have Autism and the girls do not.

My oldest daughter, Emma, is ten and almost eight years older than her brothers.

She loves them and she understands what Autism is. She gets how it affects the boys and how it effects our family dynamics.

Sometimes I worry that because of her age and maturity she’s too perceptive and carries some of my worries with her. She’s seen my tears and heard tough conversations between her father and me about resources and funding.

Emma would do just about anything for her brothers except maybe she wouldn’t share video game screen time.

Lily Ruth is our second born and our rainbow baby– both literally and figuratively.

Lily came after a loss. She was an answer to a prayer. She’s also a walking talking rainbow. No, seriously. She loves to dress in bright happy colors and she spreads that joy– well most of the time, just not when it’s time to get up for school.

Lily is seven. She doesn’t quite grasp what Autism is. She’s obviously familiar with the word and she’s well aware that her brothers are different, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say she truly gets it at this point in her life.

Lily is quite honestly her brothers’ best friend. She loves them fiercely and is their biggest protector. She meets them at their level and they welcome her there.

She’s a much better big sister than I was at her age to my younger brothers.

I hope that my children will remain close as they travel this life.

I know as my children grow their bond will grow and change. They may not always be as close as they are now and that would be okay. I just hope wherever life takes them they know the roads that lead them back together.

I won’t always be here to look after my babies. Time on this Earth isn’t guaranteed. This is our temporary home. That’s just a reality for all of us.

But for a special needs parent, it is an exceptionally scary reality.

It is a reality that puts me into a cold sweat at 3am when I lay awake thinking of it. Who will be there for my boys when I can’t? Who will fight for them? Advocate for them? Cheer them on?

Spoiler alert: My girls will– their sisters will.

All siblings are special and their bonds should be celebrated. But, the bond of a special needs sibling is like no other. It is simple and patient and kind.

That’s why God (and my husband and I) gave our children siblings. They will always have someone to stand shoulder to shoulder with and face this world.

Photo by PS Photography
Guest Post, Parenting, Special Needs

A Love Letter to My Fellow Autism Mom

BY AMANDA DELUCA

The love language for a special needs parent to feel seen, accepted, and understood is as simple as a head nod, and a “me too” on a zoom call or a quick chat on the phone. Or maybe even in the grocery store where your child is having a hard time.

If you’ve ever been that person for another special needs mom, you’ve changed their life, you’ve made them feel seen, and they thank you for it.

Thank you for sharing your story of walking through the hard, so that mothers like me can learn what may lie ahead.

Thank you for acknowledging my hard, and reminding me it’s healthy to grieve but we can’t stay there.

Thank you for encouraging me to use my voice to advocate for my son and for so many others who share his daily struggles.

Thank you for telling me “I’m not ashamed of Autism, and you shouldn’t be either”.

Thank you for teaching me that love needs no words, and that communication isn’t just speech. For teaching me to be gentle with myself, and my husband.

Thank you for your bravery when speaking about aggression and self-injurious behavior so that the stigma can be shattered and we can work on continuing to normalize it, by publicly speaking about it.

Thank you for calling me when your child just received their diagnosis and confiding in me during one of your most difficult days.

Thank you for inviting my son to the birthday party, even if it’s too hard for us to come.

Thank you for encouraging me to tell my story, to share my hard, and to let the world into our journey.

Thank you for never judging if we light it up blue, say autism awareness or acceptance, say has autism or is autistic because there are no clearly defined rules of what we should be saying and when.

Thank you for saying “I understand” when I talk about meltdowns, sleepless nights, medication trouble, and food aversion.

Thank you for acknowledging my hard, and trying to help me figure out the solution.

Thank you for providing me with powerful mantras like “find the joy”, “dreams don’t die, they change”, and “on we go”.

Thank you for simply saying “me too” when I felt like I was the only one.

Thank you for always lifting me up out of the dark hole of the internet, and holding my hand until I’m ready to try again tomorrow.

The love you have for your children gives me hope, your bravery to share your story gives me confidence, and your honesty about this journey gives me the strength to carry on.

Thank you for all of your love, A fellow Autism Mom

Thank you to Amanda DeLuca for sharing this piece with us. It originally appeared on her blog https://jacksonsjourneyjacksonsvoice.com/

Amanda lives in Ohio with her husband, is a mom of 2 to Monroe, and Jackson. Her son is on the autism spectrum and is what inspired her to begin her journey through advocacy. In her free time she enjoys teaching at her dance studio, co-hosting the Momming Autism podcast, and writing for her page Jackson’s Journey, Jackson’s Voice.

Parenting, Special Needs, The World We Live In

World Autism Day

World Autism Day is today– April 2nd.

This is our fourth World Autism Day. The irony is not lost on me that it was a beautiful day much like today in April, a month that shines the light on Autism, some years ago when we became personally aware of Autism as it entered our lives.

I could pepper you with statistics– 1 in 54 children are living with Autism. Boys are four times more likely to be diagnosed than girls. Autism comes with a slew of co-morbid conditions. Early intervention is essential. Funding for much needed therapies can be very difficult to obtain. There is no cure.

But the stats are stats and what is more important than stats are the living breathing 1 in 54 people those stats represent.

What is important are the advocates out here fighting for awareness and acceptance.

What is important is making the world a kinder, more inclusive place for those living with Autism.

On this day you may see feeds similar to mine flooded with words about Awareness and Acceptance. Both are important so, so important.

I believe that awareness leads to understanding and understanding leads to inclusion and inclusion leads to acceptance. As a mama to two amazing little boys on the spectrum, that is all I want for my boys– acceptance. I want them to be included, feel loved, be treated with respect and kindness, and be accepted for everything that they are.

Autism is a part of them, but it is not the definitive part or the sum of all their parts. It is just a piece of the puzzle that makes them whole. They are kind and sweet boys who love hard and deserve acceptance.

We celebrate our children on this day. We celebrate them for who they are and who they will be. We celebrate them for all the hard fought, hard won accomplishments. We celebrate the families and the caregivers. We celebrate the friends. We celebrate the teachers and the therapists.

We celebrate each and every single person who sees us and loves and accepts our family.

My hope is that on this World Autism Day you take some time to learn more about Autism Spectrum Disorder. My hope is that you will talk to your children and teach them about differences and being accepting and kind. Talk to them about inclusion and understanding.

Because I promise you if you do you will be part of the change this world needs.

You will be part of the change OUR world needs.

I would not change my boys for the world, but I surely would change the world for them.

Parenting, Special Needs

Five Things I Wish I Had Known About Life With Autism

Autism Spectrum Disorder became a constant companion in our life one April day a few years back. I think back to that day and realize how naive I was and how unprepared for the journey I was. I wish I could go back to myself on that day with my tear filled eyes and fill myself in on a little of what I’ve learned so far.

1. It is going to be OKAY.

It will be okay…whatever your version of okay looks like. It may be filled with therapies and mountains to climb and hard at times or it may be smoother with less interventions needed. However it looks, you will adapt and you will learn and you will grow. And you will be okay.

We’ve managed to find our stride and what works for us. And is it how I originally pictured life? No. But it is okay and we’re doing alright.

2. Self, please know that your child has not changed.

The world might look and feel a little different right now and that is okay, but your baby is still your baby. Both of my boys are on the spectrum and both of my boys are still the same happy, loving, and adventurous boys they were before a doctor ever uttered the diagnosis that felt like it changed everything. It really took me a minute or two to get that through my head, but it was a valuable lesson to grasp.

3. My child has Autism, but it does not define him.

Autism is a part of my boys. It is simply one facet that makes up their whole. It doesn’t define them. They have Autism. Autism does not have them. They are smart because they are smart. They are funny because they are funny. They are kind, loving, and stars in my universe because they are them and not because of or in spite of any diagnosis.

4. If you have met one person on the spectrum, you have truly only met one person on the spectrum.

Yes, there are some shared characteristics. Yes, there are common ways in which Autism manifests itself in people. But, just like you or me or the person next door, all people on the spectrum are unique too. My two boys are very different and their Autism looks very different as well. They are unique. Just because your cousin’s neighbor’s sister’s friend has a child with Autism doesn’t mean you know my child or what they need.

5. Subject Matter Expert: My Kids

Just because I am a mother with two boys on the spectrum doesn’t mean I am a subject matter expert on Autism. Shoot, I am far from it. What I am an expert on is my boys. I know what works for them. We’ve worked hard to make progress and to find the right diet of therapies. I know what makes my boys laugh or cry and I know when a situation is too much for them. Generally, I can see a meltdown coming from a mile away.

Autism looks different in both my boys. What works for one doesn’t necessarily work for the other. We’re figuring it all out as we go. But you know what, we’re all going to be okay.

“Don’t give up! I believe in you all. A person’s a person, no matter how small!” — Dr. Suess

Parenting, Special Needs

“Build your tribe. Find your village. You’re going to need them.”

“Build your tribe. Find your village. You’re going to need them.”

I remember looking up at our pediatrician through tears as she said those words to me shortly after delivering my son’s Autism diagnosis.

She explained how dynamic and changing our lives would be and that we would need to find others who understood. The gravity of those words didn’t quite register with me at first.

I mean, I had friends. I had family. What did she mean I needed others?

At first, I was lost in my grief for an uncomplicated childhood that would suddenly be filled with therapies and appointments.

My heart ached for knowing that this world is not kind to those who are viewed as “different.” It killed me to know that I wouldn’t be able to protect my son for that.

It was clear early on that there were just some people in our lives that were there for a season. They fell away as things changed. I don’t fault them– the friends who couldn’t understand enough to offer compassion or the family who couldn’t understand why we couldn’t attend every gathering.

We encountered those who wanted to deny the existence of my son’s disorder. They just didn’t see it themselves so it couldn’t be so.

Our parenting was questioned by those who felt we failed our son by just accepting his diagnosis. I had someone offer me the “cure” to Autism which I believe fell somewhere between essential oils and drinking bleach. When I politely declined, she told me it was my fault my son was damaged and I should want to fix him.

All of these instances fell so early on in our diagnosis when it was still so raw.

In those first few months following diagnosis as we tried to line up therapies, enroll in early intervention, and shore up funding, I needed a life preserver so badly and it just seemed no one wanted to throw it to me.

I wanted to talk about it. But, it felt like no one wanted to take on those hard conversations. No one wanted to hear my 3 am worries spoken out loud. I felt as though everyone expected me to just smile and carry the weight on my shoulders without question.

I was sitting alone in the dark.

But, then suddenly, I wasn’t. I have an amazing family. They help with therapy appointments. They love unconditionally and they wrap us in love.

I have some pretty fantastic friends who love and accept my family as their own. My fellow Mama Bears are always there to listen on the hard days and offer no judgment.

They love us hard and we love them right back. Finding your tribe and having support can make all the difference.

Autism moved in to our lives on a beautiful April day and never left. It will be a lifelong companion. It will always be part of our dynamic. But, I’m not alone. My family is not alone. Our tribe is a good one.

“When you can’t look on the brightside, I will sit with you in the dark.” – Alice in Wonderland

Parenting, Special Needs

Worry vs Wonder

I am a natural worrier.

I can think, rethink, and worry out every single scenario possible. Becoming a parent only amplified that.

From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I worried. Every single twinge and ache and sensation worried me. I scoured the pregnancy books to calm myself and prepare for what was to come.

Along with that worry came wonder.

I wondered each pregnancy who my babies would be and who they would become. As I have watched them grow there has been wonder in all they do and all they are. Never far away, though, was worry. In the early days I scoured all the parenting books to calm myself and prepare for what was to come.

Fast forward to an April day where I sat in the pediatrician’s office when I poured out my worries about my son and his development. There is no parenting book to prepare you for the news that your child has a disability.

That day set off a new set of worry and wonder.

I worried that life would be unnecessarily hard.
I worried that he would never speak.
I worried that he would never be independent.
I worried that he would be lonely.
I worried he would never have a friend.
I worried about what would happen to him if something happened to my husband and me? Would someone love him the way we did?

I’d lie awake at 3am and worry about anything and everything I could imagine.

Frankly, I wondered what the hell we were going to do. What was the right course of therapy? What was the right type of educational setting? How could I juggle all the appointments and evaluations with work? How would we pay for it all?

But what replaced that worry and wonder?

Wonder of how hard my boy worked. Wonder at how far he has come. Wonder at all he knows and tells me. The worry is there, but they showed us odds and we exceeded the expectations.

I wonder sometimes how we did it all, but we made it through.

Then last March. Deja vu. Round two began with another diagnosis of my other boy. All those original worries revisited me.

But once again so did the wonder as he scaled his mountains.

I once read that faith and worry cannot exist in the same place so you have to decide where to live.

For the most part, I believe that.

When I focus to much on the worry or the wondering, I lose sight of the wonder of all that is good and all that is amazing.

The worries will always be there.

I will always wonder if I am doing enough for my boys or if I can lighten their load somehow.

But most of the time, the worry and wondering is replaced by the wonders that are my boys.

Parenting

Taking the Attitude of Gratitude

This year has been a tough one. I think it threw us all for a loop. We all had plans and goals and dreams for the year that the world has other plans for.

We were cruising right along until a worldwide pandemic and slow down stopped us.

If I take a moment to step back and reflect, there is a lot for me to be grateful for during this season of thankfulness.

I would not fault anyone for marking this the worst year and writing it off as such. It is easy to lose sight of all the great things that 2020 brought when we think too much about what it didn’t.

I worked full time for the first eight years I was a parent. I missed out on so much extra time with my older kids. This year gave me a lot of additional time with my kids that I wouldn’t have otherwise.

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During the shutdown we spent more time as a family enjoying each other than we ever have. We played games. We binged on movies. We spent ALL the time we could outdoors. I think our front porch, front yard, and swimming pool got more use than they ever have.

My husband and I spent so much more time talking, connecting, and yes, bickering than ever. I wouldn’t trade any of it though.

I think I spent more time talking to my parents and siblings this past year than I have in a long time. Using FaceTime requires a bit more communication than just sharing the same space in a room.

We were and have been (knock on wood) able to maintain good health.

My husband’s job has survived a shut down.

We have a warm, safe space to lay our heads down in each night.

The fridge is stocked and the lights are on.

We have good friends and a tribe that loves us and it is there for us. They allow us to return the privilege.

I am thankful for the amazing teachers in my children’s lives that worked so hard this year to be partners in learning with us. We are so lucky to have the educators we do who love our children as much as we do.

We have been really lucky to have amazing therapists for our boys. They have both made amazing strides. I am thankful for finding them and for all the amazing work they do.

I have really learned that sometimes life is best lived when you finally get that it isn’t about always having what you want, but wanting and appreciating what it is that you have.

When you take the time to realize who and what really matters, you’ll find that you’ve really missed out on nothing.

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