(a future letter to me from my son on Mother’s Day 2021. He’ll be 15 years old then.)
Today’s assignment in my high school English class is to write a letter to our mothers. It has to be between 600-700 words. Our teacher told us to think of a phrase or a sentence that best expresses how we feel about our moms and elaborate on why we feel that way.
I know many people in my class are choosing to say “I love you”.
But you already know that.
I’m choosing to say simply “Thank You”.
Thank you for being the first one to really understand me.
Thank you for the countless hours you spent on the phone with the doctor when I was a toddler, trying to figure out why I wouldn’t eat.
Thank you for being by my side during my sleep study to find out why I wouldn’t sleep. And thank you for ignoring the doctor’s advice to just let me cry all night until I got sick. You knew it was something more than me just being a stubborn kid.
Thank you for sleeping next to me all those years until I was able to comfort myself enough to do it alone.
Thank you for letting me climb into your lap whenever I needed to.
Thank you for squeezing me tight when I asked, and for knowing when I needed a squishy hug even when I didn’t know myself.
Thank you for taking the time to fill out the piles of paperwork to get me the help I needed. I know you cried every time you answered those questions.
Thank you for knowing that I needed that help. For understanding that this was not about you, but about me. Thank you for asking the right questions over and over again.
Thank you for all the times you had to leave birthday parties with me. And family gatherings. And movie theaters. …continue reading
I was shopping the other day, something that both my children do not particularly enjoy, when the kids spotted these giant Euro Bubbles “walking on water” things.
The kids started jumping up and down, begging, batting eyelashes and everything else they could think of to get my husband and I to allow them to do it. I have to admit they did look like fun. But the SPD mommy in me, the autism mommy in me and every other red flag bearing mommy in me was screaming, “NO don’t let them do it.”
Against my better judgment, hubby got in line to pay for them to give it a go. My 10 year old son Jay who has Aspergers and Sensory Integration Disorder, Disgraphia and who knows what other label they can possibly throw on him, got into line with him.
To my surprise, Jay waited in line without complaining. As he got closer to the front he began to flap more and more in excitement, but he did not complain once about his feet hurting and needing to sit down the way he usually does when he waits in lines. He did not complain when they asked him to remove his shoes and socks.
He did not complain when he had to walk on the wet, cold and rather dirty floor. And he did not complain when they stuck the quite large vacuum type thing into his bubble to blow it up. All he did was sit back and hold his ears… but then all the kids were doing that, including my NT 7 year old daughter.
I am not sure who enjoyed the bubbles more… the kids or me. It was so much fun to watch my children. Especially Jay. I was afraid he would get nervous about being stuck inside this bubble as he does not like closed in spaces. But he didn’t. I was afraid the feeling of the plastic on his feet would drive him crazy. But it didn’t. I was afraid that he would get frustrated if he could not stand up. But he did stand up! …continue reading