Thursday, March 8, 2012

1 year

It has been nearly a year since Aiden's diagnosis...

I've learned so much about autism, myself, and "the big picture" this year.  I don't think I can accurately write how much Aiden's diagnosis has changed me as a mother, a friend, and professional.  Most of the time I feel grateful.  Some days I wish I never had to see, hear, or read another thing about autism.  I've learned to keep an open mind, to question "research", and find my way spiritually.  I continue to struggle with all the unknowns, and I pray that someday I will truly be at peace with them.  One thing is for sure, I have a lot more questions now than I ever did for our Heavenly Father.  Gratefully, the question of why this has affected Aiden and our family has already been answered.  Aiden is our blessed gift.  Heavenly Father trusts me with him, and that is what keeps me going, no matter how inadequate I feel as a mother.  


27 weeks pregnant, Aiden-4, Austin-2

Ironically, I was always the one who befriended the "underdog" in school.  I went to prom with a special needs young man, and I had the time of my life--serious.  Later, I worked with a special needs young woman in my first job as a Dietitian.  We became good friends.  I still wonder what ever came of those great people I was blessed to cross paths with.  My deepest hope is that Aiden makes good friends--friends who accept him, and are patient with his challenges.  I can't protect him all his life.  He needs to find his way on his own.  I hope he meets some inspiring people along the way!

I'm excited to see what the coming year has to bring for Aiden.  How our lives will change with a new addition to the family, and what path the good Lord will take us in after Abe finishes school next Spring.    So many more changes coming our way...

Monday, March 5, 2012

A-moments

Call them Aiden moments or autism moments, but they are rough...

When Aiden wants something, he wants it BAD.  Normally, I can read Aiden like a book and help him find what he is looking for, even when he can't verbalize what it is.  However, yesterday morning he wanted "bears," and I had no clue what he was talking about.  He has teddy bears, but he prefers his elephants, so I really was at a loss.  Aiden became very upset when I couldn't find what he wanted.  So upset, I had to shut myself in my room to handle the crying.  Aiden pounded on the door for a few moments, then finally, in a low, sweet whimper, Aiden said a rare sentence.  "Momma.  Open the door."  Of course I did, and Aiden gave me the best hug ever.  We sat there on the floor hugging each other for a long while.  

Something must have thrown him off again, because the same day, about 3 hours later, he was upset about something that "wound up".  He wanted to stay outside and refused to get in the van.  He cried for over an hour, and just wanted to be held when we got inside the house.  

These moments are very rare, but when they do happen, it is rough.  These are the moments I really wish I could put myself in his shoes, or better yet, that Aiden would finally find his voice.