April 29, 2007
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Fanfare for the Common Man
Okay, I'm tired of the high blood pressure thing. I let off some steam by going for a brisk stroll with the boys. (Any of you who have had the pleasure of walking with my guys know that their top speed is somewhere between snail and slug, but that's okay. We had fun.)
Tucker is convinced that we all have fleas. I blame this on commercials. There's a particularly revolting commercial that shows fleas on the dog, fleas in your carpet, and fleas in your bed. We don't have a dog. But whenever Tucker goes to bed he lies there and feels itchy. So he's convinced that it's fleas.
He usually solves his problem by moving into my bed. I wake up in the morning thinking ... what happened to my blankie, and why is there a foot on my pillow. It's the escape from the fleas manuever. Flawlessly executed.
Michael asked me today to explain "autism" to him. He was pretty mature about it all things considered. He said, "Look I know it's a word that you and the doctor use, and you seem to know what it means, but I don't. Is it a disease? Will I die from autism some day?"
So I got out some of the paperwork that discusses autism in general and then some of the documentation about Michael's autism in particular and we read it together. I would say things like, "Autistic kids sometimes get focused on a particular thing or story and then that's all they want to talk about ..." He said, "Wow, that's just like me."
It was really kind of cool.
No, I'm not so mellowed out that I'm not planning to breathe fire and brimstone on the school people. I just plan to breathe it in such a way that they don't realize what's hitting them until it's all over.
I used to have a pastor, in Minnesota, who would say, "You can be heard, or you can be effective" in reference to the fact that so many people think that by being the loudest voice at the table they win the argument. I don't have to be loud, but I WILL be effective. I am after all a Southern Lady.
The offenses this year have been egregious.
There will be a reckoning.
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Interesting
Sometimes
Mysterious
Comments (13)
:forkoff: YES!
Oh that I could be there to witness the burning....to smell the brimstone.
Well....you're writing is so good...when you tell the tale we'll smell the brimstone. We will.
"Will I die from autism some day?"
They deserve everything you can do to them. :hammer:
I think the acronym is great (is acronym the right word?) You know - by getting a handle on things (or at least a better understanding) Micheal may actually do just a little bit better. It seems that he is the type child who can do good things with a little bit of knowledge. :dancingcow:
Fleas... you got me scratching over here as I think my hubby hates fleas worse than just about anything, I think (he once lived in some apartments that were infested plus is highly allergic: whelps up like mosquito bites, yikes!) Maybe you can do some sort of insecticide routine and convince him they are gone (that is if you are sure you don't have them...
) Do you really have high BP? I missed if there were details about that (it's probably being female and 'our age' if you really do.
) I like your autism acrostic... and your story... moments like that story are what makes parenting worth every hard spot! Have you heard Josh Groban's song "Don't Give Up"? If not you need to hear it. I have the video linked at YouTube on my blog a few pages back... the video is best... you needa see it... BRB (((HUGS!))) 
Okay, that took me longer than I anticipated (about a dozen more distractions than I counted on, LOL!) Here is the link to my blog where it's posted... it's an AOL, not YouTube video.
Michael is very mature in his thinking. I like the way you handled that. Fleas some of those commericals make me itch, the one about the Cockroaches freaks me out. They do not have to be so graphic. A walk always helps me. Judi
I would like to hear that parable you mentioned put on your blog if you find it. Judi
I've lived with autism for twenty years now. At least in these times when you tell someone your son is autistic they've at least heard of the word...they don't squint your eyes at you and go, "Uhhh....ARTISTIC?"
you go, and send me an e-mail after they are burnt to a crisp. I want to know ALL about it.
I also talked to another friend of mine, and I have some more info for you when I can remember to email it.
If I could, I would. But...right now, life is doing this to me
And I have been more than a little :sicky:
One day... perhaps.
I just messaged you, in case you didn't notice. :bigglasses:
Oh I have no doubt you will find a way to become "effective" :smug:
God gave you those children and I know you will find a way to help them and all autistic children. I am praying. Judi
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