fish, fish, swim, fish............

Well, we have ourselves a little boy who is obsessed with water. From the time he was little, he has loved to take rocks and drop them into water. he loves the sound, loves the splash, just loves the whole thing. One of his favorite things to do has been to go out on my dad's boat. And with that means swimming. This is a whole mixed bag for my family, seeing as how Rob is not a huge fan of the water. (I should say was, he is pretty great in it now with our two little fish children.)

Like probably all moms, I am super nervous about my kids in the water, and especially Joel. You tell him not to get in the water yet and he does not even hear you. He went through a phase where he would just run and jump into a pool, and then a phase where he was afraid to get in the water at all. But now he feels pretty confident in the water, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me. It's because of my dad and my sister, really. My sister has a pool where we spent at least every other day last summer walking him around in the pool, swimming with him. Because we had that available, he got to go really often and just loved it. And whenever my dad is around Joel, there is one thing on the agenda-- swimming. Without my dad and sister working with him, we would never have this:

My son is holding his breath and going underwater! I want him to succeed but I am too hover-y and he does better when my dad pushes him. If it were up to me, I'd just carry him around the pool all day because he's scared! He's my baby! The last time my parents visited, my dad taught him how to "monkey-walk" around the pool with his arms. This had positives and negatives, as he quickly figured out how to climb out of the pool and run into the hot tub before Grandpa could catch him. Still, I am so encouraged to see him working on something he so obviously loves to do.

The water fixation doesn't end with swimming though. The boy knows "Finding Nemo" by heart and always has his Nemo fish and Daddy Nemo fish and turtle with him as he watches the movies. I see him doing things like making the fish swim, and the turtle talk to the fish, and I think "He really does get this. He just can't get the words out!". In fact, yesterday Joel stole my phone to play with his beloved "Finding Nemo: My puzzle book" app. When I had the sound turned off, that didn't stop him, he just tried to read the story to himself. Granted, it was some gibberish  but then you'd hear "Nemo... boat.... Marlin... daddy....Sydney Harbor......Dory......Turtle....Shark".  

Our last development in fish is rather boring, but fascinating for Joel. He has taken to watching (and loving) fish nature documentaries. His current favorite is the Blue Planet series from National Geographic. Rob and I have found ourselves alternately fascinated and bored out of our minds as we watch the tidal migration patterns of salmon or the growing variations of coral. (And in one case, I ended up sobbing my eyes out during a documentary about a turtle who almost gets killed about a million times. I kept yelling "No little turtle, no!")

So, that's our current fascination. Pretty much every day when he wakes up he says "Swim, fish, swim, fish?"It's rather fun to be let in a little to his world.

I wish

I wish I was better at this. I wish I knew how to help my son, how to communicate with him that I cherish him, love the snot out of him, and also that it is not ok to poop and smear it on the walls. I wish there was a way for me to push a button and see what is in his brain, what he is feeling at school and in therapy. The challenge of having a severely speech delayed kiddo is that I have no idea how much he is getting. At times, I can see glimpses that he is far smarter than I give him credit for. But here I stay, in this limbo of wondering how much to expect and how realistic I need to be. Will he be baptized, serve a mission, get married, go to college? Does he understand about our Heavenly Father, and Jesus Christ? When I read him stories about praying and having faith, does that mean anything to him? Does it make him feel special? Will I have to put him in someone else's care, a group home at some point?

Unfortunately, every parent deals with many of these questions, whether your child has developmental issues like mine or behavior issues or whatever. All we can do is do the best we can as parents. Because it boils down to this-- am I doing the best I can for him? Darn tootin' I am!

If I had to pick a perfect mother for my son, I can guarantee you it would not be me. I would pick someone much more patient, more tolerant, more intelligent, more fun, more active, more beautiful, more compassionate. I do not deserve this precious boy, and I struggle with understanding why this is our journey. But, I am the mom he has. And so that is that.

I feel so guilty when people tell me "Oh, you are such a good parent." Well, I have my days. I also have my bad days, where I moan and groan and hate autism and just want my son to be "normal". I don't write all this down to get accolades or more notches in my mom belt. If I can help one mom out there who is going through what I am going through, than all this is more than worth it.

our normal

I'm often asked what type of therapy/preschool/interventions we are doing for Joel. Here is an outline of our day:

Up at 7:00 am. Bath, frozen waffles, sesame street, then wait for the school bus to come at 7:55. I've found that if he is awake any longer than this he gets too excited for school and acts crazy for the rest of the day, so I have it timed down to the minute when he needs to wake up to keep him busy before the bus gets here. He goes to a special needs/ developmental preschool from 8-12, then back home. We eat, lunch, almost always a variation of chicken nuggets, pb&j sandwiches, waffles, or fries. Maybe a muffin or a banana. He is very, very picky about food lately, so that's something we have been working on a lot (in fact, he ate an egg salad sandwich at school the other day!). We have about an hour or so of free time, then our Habilitation worker for ABA therapy comes for a few hours. ABA therapy is Applied Behavior Analysis, where we chart a bunch of goals and watch his progress over time. Then we use the data to make new goals for teaching. Our Habilitation has been recommended for 35 hours a week-- that's a lot of time! Our worker comes every day, but we are still nowhere close to hitting that "recommended goal".

 Depending on the day, we will either have occupational therapy, speech therapy, or physical therapy during the afternoon as well. Around 5, everyone goes home and we eat dinner. Sometimes Joel goes to his respite provider's house, and sometimes we hang out as a family and wait for Rob to get home to play. Kids are in bed around 7, and I can finally use the bathroom in peace :)

Phew! They are crazy busy days, and Charlotte is in speech therapy and occupational therapy too, as well as weekly visits from her developmental specialist. We also have a couple other random things we get to do-- Joel has an eye condition that requires visits to a pediatric opthalmologist and Charlotte has tubes in her ears and has to go to the ENT periodically. Making sure we make it to all these appointments has made me crazy! But it is so rewarding to see things progressing and changing. I look at where Joel is now compared to where he is a year ago, and it is astounding,

April is Autism Awareness month

As many of you know, my son Joel has autism. I'd like to take the month of April and help explain a little more about my son, how he communicates, how autism affects us daily, and what we can do to help him.

Inherent intelligence:

It has never been my style as a parent (or a person really) to stay at home all day. I am the type of person that craves interaction and connections with people. So we do not shy away at all from taking Joel out to do run-of-the-mill daily things, like going to the grocery store or the mall to buy new shoes. These outings don't always go smoothly though-- Joel is constantly distracted by things like water grates in the street or the tread on a car's tires. He gets excited or over stimulated, flaps his arms, squeals, screams, and sometimes tries to find other ways to express how he's feeling. As you can imagine, a lot of times when normal social behavior is expected (church, the post office, the library), these behaviors are often seen as him misbehaving or being naughty. It breaks my heart to see people give him dirty looks or tell me that he needs more discipline at home. These behaviors are the only forms of communication I get with Joel-- his speech is coming along well but spontaneous speech still isn't his strong suit. But just because he can't tell me how he's feeling doesn't mean he's stupid or dumb. He's a smart kid-- he knows all his letters and an read several words. He loves music. He loves sports. I look in Joel's eyes and can see his little mind just working on something. He has intelligence, he wants to be loved.

Some friends of mine have shared this video from youtube. I think it's worth watching to see how different a simple thing like walking down the street can be for someone like Joel.