A mom's blog about the mostly ups and sometimes downs of raising a child with autism.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Winter Blues And Some Good News
January is a tough month. It feels like 31 days of a nasty holiday hangover. Each day I promise to write something, anything and each day I end up curled on the heater vent reading magazines or trying to engage in some sort of acceptable meditation or come up with some excuse for lying perfectly still while the hot forced air dries out my skin.
I suppose I am like this every winter. I hear it in my mother’s voice as we commiserate over the phone. Where she is it’s below zero, the sun’s muscle powerless in the frigid air and where I am is socked in with fog and rain, the gutters spill like waterfalls onto the soaked lawn.
We did travel in search of sun -- to Sun Valley, Idaho, the sky an unreal crayola blue against the crisp white Sawtooth range and the sun blaring over the peaks -- eerily similar to a child’s drawing proudly hung up on a refrigerator door.
Sean is becoming quite a skier. My husband, with the patience of Job, taught him to ski four years ago and taught him well. It did not come easily. Any mere mortal would have thrown in the towel on the first day. I can still clearly remember one incident (of many) when Sean took a terrible spill and screamed and tantrumed, hit and scratched my husband ran in circles and rolled in the snow. My older son and I watched the whole ugly scene unfold from above in a chairlift.
“Sean!” my oldest yelled down to the bundled up boy moving as if his body was exploding in flames, “You like the chairlift?”
Sean became still for a moment, then his head darted about to find the voice and then he spotted us up above, his cheeks still visibly red from his tantrum and from burying his face into the icy snow. The idea of being lifted through the new night sky on a chairlift, his body sifting through starlight, was the redirection he needed and he trudged over to my husband demanding another ride, getting back into his bindings and pushing his hands into his mittens. The neurological storm had cooled. He was ready to go again and my husband, seemingly unaffected by it all, was ready to take him for another run.
You can anticipate at least two or three horrible meltdowns with Sean each day of skiing. A wipe-out will always precipitate one. If somebody skis to close to him is another. And then there are the unexplained, the ones that come out of nowhere, the meltdowns that usually start with something so illogical (“Why don’t I have a W in my name?” or “Sam didn’t mean to clap?”) that you just have to hold on tight and hope that it lifts as quickly as it has landed.
Sometimes a plate of French fries will distract him. Or hopping into the snow drifts with his heavy ski boots. It’s usually hunger or his body out of sorts, tumbling away from him and making him disregulated. And sometimes, we take turns walking him to the car – his hot tears and screams drawing stares and comments. On the worst days, we call it a day and hope that the skiing will prove to work as some type of exposure therapy.
But I have to say, I am wildly proud of my little guy. And of my husband. He believes in Sean in a way that I don’t know if I can. He could care less what people think of his boy because he knows what a trooper Sean is. He sees a skier in our son -- a thrill seeker. He sees a child that can do anything if only he sets his mind to. In this new year, I want to be more like that -- I want to hope and I want to believe that Sean can do anything he so desires. Why not?
Currently, I am fulfilling the duties of Mom. Before this role I used to write and read poetry at the Poetry Slams at the Green Mill in Chicago and other cafes in the city. I am trying to find my way back to that, trying to incorporate this journey that I am on with my love of words and poetry.
I have two great boys, an equally great husband and a fairly lazy, unenthused cat. Add to that, I have lots of good, creative friends (one that manages to get me to go to the Shakespeare fest in Ashland,OR every year!!) and wonderful parents and siblings.
I am trying to learn to live in the moment, to jump in without too much analyzing and thought. This is new to me as I have always been considered a "worry wart". Wish me luck.
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