Autism

It’s almost Christmas Eve and the presents are all wrapped and under the tree. But I find myself at a loss as to what to get for you. A new purse, a book, a gift card – perhaps. Or what about this:

When I look back on my childhood I often think of the difficult times like when your migraines were bad, or that time you got called for jury duty and the time the one side of your body was partially paralyzed and they thought you had Multiple Sclerosis. I think about how even good events, were often so difficult for you. There were things that could throw you into a fit – the wrong creamer for your coffee, the color green and the coffee at a certain fast food chain. There were many childhood events that you weren’t even a part of – due to it being too cold, too noisy, or too crowded.

But if I take an extra moment I can now see the good things. The hot chocolate you would make for us to take when Dad took us to skate, toboggan or to see the Santa Claus parade. Showing me how to make cookies at Christmas. Making sure to have family gatherings (with your 7 brothers and sisters) even though the noise must have been overwhelming. Volunteering at my school when my anxiety was really high and I needed to see you. Volunteering to be a Girl Guide leader when my anxiety was so bad I stayed in the bathroom for most of the gatherings until you began to come.

I think about the Christmas when you and Dad must have scrimped and saved to get me the electric organ that I so desperately wanted along with music lessons. We didn’t go all out at Christmas but I was never disappointed either. I remember you reading to us from our children’s bible about baby jesus and the manger every Christmas eve. But most of all I remember the tuck ins to bed and the reassurance that Santa would soon be on his way.Our Christmas in Pictures

All of this means even more to me now since we found out that much like your Grandson, you have Asperger’s Syndrome. It means more to me that you sacrificed in the ways that you did. That you were able to take care of yourself as well as us in the best way you knew how while living in a world that knew nothing of your as of yet unidentified diagnosis.

I know we often joke about your rigidity and need for rules but know that we see you for who you are: a flawed but fabulous wife, mother and Grandmother to an unruly bunch who love you madly.

Merry Christmas Mom

December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas Mom

It’s almost Christmas Eve and the presents are all wrapped and under the tree. But I find myself at a loss as to what to get for you. A new purse, a book, a gift card – perhaps. Or what about this: When I look back on my childhood I often think of the difficult times like when your migraines were bad, or that time you got called for jury duty and the time the one side of your body was partially paralyzed and they thought you had Multiple Sclerosis. I think about how even good events, were often so difficult for you. There were things that could throw you into a fit – the wrong creamer for your coffee, […]
December 2, 2015

Another Published Piece

I’m super excited that another of my writing pieces has been picked up by The Mighty You can read it here This just proves if you keep putting yourself out there you will finally experience success (I had submitted 3 times with 3 rejections before they agreed to publish this last piece). Have a great day! Tina
November 18, 2015

It Takes Its Toll

We adopted our first child when I was 28 years old. My plan had been to have at least one kid by the age of 25. We struggled with infertility and since I wasn’t having babies I instead focused on my career in early intervention. I worked my way up to my dream job and the same week I found out I got the job we also found out we were adopting a little boy. A little boy with big blue eyes and an endearing smile. Also a little boy that NEVER stopped moving and was constantly getting himself into trouble. I didn’t know it was going to be so exhausting day in and day out. It wouldn’t have been […]
October 1, 2015

Get In The Pool

My essay analogy about life as a parent with a child with a disability being like trying to swim in a pool has been picked up by BLOOM, online magazine for Holland Bloorview Kids Rehabilitation Hospital. http://bloom-parentingkidswithdisabilities.blogspot.ca/2015/09/its-hard-to-tell-when-special-needs.html There are some paragraphs in this version that weren’t in the earlier version. Tina