Last night I watched “Blue Jasmine,” with the stunning performance by Cate Blanchett of a woman falling apart.\u00a0 Hard to avoid the subject of parenting an autistic child without acknowledging the many times, sometimes daily, that we feel the same.<\/p>\n
Yet here on an unexpectedly sunny morning – made that way of course because I cancelled a group hike with other parents of autistic kiddos because of forecast thunderstorms \ud83d\ude42 – I just had to touch this keyboard with the knowledge that we all fall apart – but then we keep on going.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The hubby and I spent 20 min as we shared morning coffee today discussing how to fit 10 lbs of chores into a 5-lb bag.\u00a0 Typically I structure my life with the “first work, then play”\u00a0prioritization founded on my overly Catholic upbringing.\u00a0 But lately I’m realizing the importance of blending that which sustains us, with that which get us by.<\/p>\n
Certainly last week\u00a0had its falling-apart moments as W’s sensory issues flared up to become the kind of rather laughable but serious issues that those of us parenting someone with special needs could know.\u00a0 Power struggles with\u00a0your special kid are no fun, especially as they are age 20 and you can’t\u00a0pick them up in a tantrum and plop them down.\u00a0 Or, in my case,\u00a0make them wear clothes or shoes.<\/p>\n
I got out of my pickle,\u00a0and so do all of you, dear readers.\u00a0\u00a0 I know that because we’re all here together, progressing with our lives to whatever imperfect yet essentially flawless manner.\u00a0 So as I watched Cate Blanchett babble to herself on park benches and street corners in the movie last night, I realized I’m more ahead of the game than I acknowledge.
\nFurther, my challenges are infinitely more bearable when do follow my heart to\u00a0trails I know lead me to sustenance, strength, and hope.<\/p>\n
Here’s my list of the five ways that parents of autistic kids I know – including the one I know best, me – stay strong.<\/p>\n
Five Ways that Parents of Autistic Kids Stay Strong<\/strong><\/p>\n 1) Passions<\/strong>.\u00a0\u00a0 I have many, but so do we all.\u00a0\u00a0 When I start Saturday baking bread, or Sunday writing instead of cleaning the house or (gasp) going to church, I fuel myself for the journey beyond.\u00a0\u00a0 By hook or by crook today, my\/our feet are touching a trail even if it’s the one in the park 20 minutes away.\u00a0 Age (and a lot of it!) has taught me what I love the most.\u00a0\u00a0 When I touch these things, I am steeled.\u00a0\u00a0 I am recharge.\u00a0 I am whole.<\/p>\n 2) Mission<\/strong>.\u00a0\u00a0 Most of us special parents consider raising our child to greater capability to be our life’s work.\u00a0\u00a0 When life sucks, as it does a lot, we remember that it’s important to set limits for your child, so the learn them, and make them their own.\u00a0 Our family rule with W. is\u00a0that the only rooms in the house where you can sit around without\u00a0pants and a shirt are your\u00a0bedroom and the bathroom.\u00a0 Sure I could budge\u00a0but when he lives elsewhere someday,\u00a0 he\u00a0will have missed these formative experiences to intuit that if you want to go to BJ’s you gotta wear a shirt and\u00a0shoes.<\/p>\n I also happen to think my workaday work job is my mission, too.\u00a0\u00a0 Like everyone my work has the 80\/20 factor, as in 80% of the work is important and 20 is a waste of time, yet my own self image demands require that I deliver 120%, or at least try to do so.\u00a0 Yet on those days when you win a big one, and I realize I’ve helped some little company have an outsized perception, it’s all worth while.<\/p>\n More importantly we all have a mission to make the world a better place, hopefully by our coming and not by our going (as the saying goes).\u00a0 When I can lift my head above the day to day, I’m seeing myself take small but important steps for me to leave an impact on the autism community, and beyond.\u00a0\u00a0 It makes me get up the morning in a new way, not just to change my kids, or my clients, but truly to change the world.<\/p>\n 3) Order<\/strong>.\u00a0\u00a0 Action item lists are my specialty, to obsession, and my personal journal is filled with Pro\/Con lists.\u00a0 But for me, I need structure to frame the many moving parts and pieces especially as autism forces so many skill-buildings in a scaffold of personal skills that are rather random.\u00a0\u00a0 Every once in a while it’s also important to clean house, literally and figuratively.\u00a0\u00a0 Routines that sap energy, family members to which your kind ear makes no difference, and expenditures of money but more importantly time aren’t yielding what you want – they have to tidied up, too.<\/p>\n 4) Self-care<\/strong>.\u00a0 I still struggle to put myself on my own personal priority list, and yes I’m writing this as Jeff has been pacing in my office for the past 10 minutes making his porpoise noises instead of words and telling me he’s ready for the next structured activity I promised.\u00a0 And yes, I feel guilty.\u00a0But I need this moment; and far more than that, really.\u00a0 I know myself well enough to know I also need healthy food, creativity be it with bread, paint or words, physical activity, sleep (way more than I get) and time with girlfriends.\u00a0\u00a0 I have an annual charity walk that I do with a friend in two weeks, and it’s like a day-long binge with someone I love talking heart to heart, shoe to shoe.\u00a0\u00a0 I can’t wait.<\/p>\n 5) Love<\/strong>.\u00a0\u00a0 It frees our kids from their unfortunate autistic limitations – it transforms communities – it reshapes a flawed and hurting world.\u00a0\u00a0 And sometimes it happens just by letting go.\u00a0 I have to remember that as I hold tight in struggles.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Day 1’s version of W’s shoe protest where we spent 15 min with him kicking off shoes at least 15x so we could barely walk 2 steps\u00a0finally ended when I – surprise! let go.\u00a0\u00a0 By ignoring W and the behavior for a few minutes he got sick of the lack of attention and put shoes on enough\u00a0to\u00a0walk out the door.\u00a0\u00a0 Ditto with leaving yesterday after another horrific morning-long stint of shirt disrobes where the speech therapist had to leave 10 minutes after she came due to the No-Shirt-No-Speech rule enforcement.\u00a0 I thought about cancelling my hair appointment so I could make W. get that shirt on, but I didn’t, and was glad.\u00a0\u00a0By the time I returned,\u00a0 W was calmly sitting with Dad watching the hockey playoff game, and J was happily rocking away in his chair.\u00a0 The world had righted itself amazingly without my direct machination, but more importantly W. knew I loved him, then and now – J. knew he could get what he needed – and we all went on together in the work of life, as one.<\/p>\n So here it is, a full hour later than I planned\u00a0with a 15-minute-only blog\u00a0session, where\u00a0the day’s #1 top priority remains\u00a0undone, and looming clouds are indicating the weather guy was right.\u00a0 But it’s already so bright.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Last night I watched “Blue Jasmine,” with the stunning performance by Cate Blanchett of a woman falling apart.\u00a0 Hard to avoid the subject of parenting an autistic child without acknowledging the many times, sometimes daily, that we feel the same. 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