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Monday, November 24, 2008

It's about time!!

I have a good post to write!

I don't know what did it, or what happened, or what clicked...but Mason is different. It's strange, but in such a refreshing, take a deep breath and drink it in kind of way, that I don't care!

This weekend Al and I spent a good amount of time starting at each other in awe. Because of something Mason had said, or because of his good behaviour, or just because he did what we asked him to. It was just so amazing!! We went shopping a couple times, and he didn't scream about being in the cart. And when there was no cart at Wal-Mart (You know it's the Christmas season when...), he walked with Al or I, and barely made a fuss about it! This is HUGE people! He hates shopping! He hates being confined to the cart. He hates walking with us! He LOVES running through the aisles scaring people and tempting strangers to kidnap him when he manages to race out of my sight. But there was none of that!!

Mason and I went to a birthday party for one of his friends yesterday. A situation I normally dread. He was SO GOOD! We walked in, and he looked right at the hostess, and said "HI! I'm came to Cory's birthday party!!" And that was such a difference, that Cory's Mom even said "Wow! He looked at me! And Spoke!!" He played with the other boys his age (YAY!) he went upstairs, found some toys, brought them down to where the rest of the kids were playing and said "Hey Everybody! Look what I found!" And it was so clear that I nearly cried right there! He was engaging others! He was sharing! He was COMMUNICATING!! He got upset because he didn't get to help blow out the birthday candles...but by upset, all I mean is that I noticed he was scowling and going "Hmm", "Hmm", in his way that he does when he's pissed off! And then he moved on, ate the icing off his piece of cake, and that was it! When it was time to go, he came! There was a little whining about it, but no more than Jenna or Aidan would have done (Less actually, now that I think about it!)

Today at school, his resource teacher had put up a schedule board for when it was time to go home. I love it. There's pictures for coat on, zipper up, boots on, hat on, mittens on. And at the end he gets a lollipop or treat. (God I love sugar free candy!!) leaving school has been nothing less than torture. Until today. He fought me a bit, but once we got his coat on, and we pulled that first picture off, he sped through the rest of the steps, and got his lollipop. And then he walked calmly up the stairs out to the van. And I can't even believe it!! There was no screaming, or running or hiding under a bench. No racing off to another room, and no interventions from his teacher. Infact, I think we were maybe the third family out of there! That NEVER happens! We're always last. Always. He gets let out at about 11:45. We were in the car and on the road by 11:55 today.

I am so thrilled about this change in him. You have no idea. Well, some of you probably do, since I whine about it! LOL

In other good news!! Aidan is shocking me every day with his reading!! He's way ahead of Jenna at this stage (I think anyway :)) He read half of 'Are you my Mother' to me a few nights ago! And only needed help with a couple words! I had no idea! I mean, I knew he was doing good with reading those little books they make at school (I see a plane, I see a boat etc.) but this was WAY above that! I wonder if his excelling with push Jenna to keep ahead of him? Probably not :) BUT!! We had the kids write their letters to Santa last night. Aidan did a list, which was fine. But Jenna!! She wrote a letter!! Punctuation is slim to none, and there was spelling mistakes, but a letter non-the-less! It's a relief to see that! She also read Mortimer (by Robert Munsch) without pause, and her home reader from school, about birds, without needing to touch each word! So, I'm happy to report some progress there! As for Al and I.... Al's going back to the gym, and that makes me soo happy to see, as it makes him happy to be there. And a happy Al makes a happy Lisa :)

I did 3 cakes this weekend. 2 Lightning McQueen and a Carebear. I discovered that I do not like Wilton's triple star decorating tip. The stars it makes are just too big. And it's awkward it small places. I can see using it on a bigger cake with millions of stars, but for the detailed cakes I did this weekend, it wasn't much good. Oh well. I'm happy to have it anyway :) And that's about it :)

3 comments:

Julie Q said...

Happy to read your good news post! :)

Erin~Leigh said...

that is totally awesome! YAY Mason!!!
also great about Aidan's reading and Jenna's letter! That really was a good...no...great post!

Ms. Sarah said...

here you go


by Emily Perl Kingsley
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome To Holland".

"Holland?!?" you say, "What do you mean "Holland"??? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy"

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned".

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.