Monday, May 23, 2011

Thank you God

We moved from having Arkansas Children's Hospital a couple miles away to a four hour round trip once a month, from stores and restaurants open late every day, job opportunities abounding, movie theaters, concerts and symphonies and movie night at the river with over a thousand people parked on the grassy hill by the river in Little Rock. There was a sense of living in a town of over sixty-two thousand and being completely disconnected from each of them.


There were times near the end of our stay away that I could almost feel sunshine sparkling on Lake Greeson and feel the gentle swing of porch swing that kept our secrets,  heard our laughter and held many deep family discussions.


It was time to come home... time to raise our children with the same values given us by our parents and friends' parents.


My wonderful husband and I were fortunate enough to return home, completing our family with our combined six children. The stable grounded life has helped all of our children flourish and has reminded me that sitting in the yard with the smell of rain rolling in is a peaceful place to be. Knowing we are are an hour or less from both sets of our parents is peace of mind unparalleled.


We moved back to the church I grew up in, many of the same church members that our own children are growing up with, a community that raised many of us together, knowing that no matter what happened or who we were with, our secrets would travel on the wind and those same secrets would beat us home.


We moved back to quiet country roads, ice cream by the dip at Dunlap's, lazy days at the lake, time at the Caddo River, jumping off Turtle Rock at Lake Greeson and into the realm of the fantastic Dr. Mark Floyd. We also moved back to an area of several small towns that made up a strong sense of community with a huge heart that pulled together as needs arose to raise anywhere from $14,000-$68,000 for any number of community causes from the family of an extremely ill child to our first ever successful Relay For Life.


Bright lights, big city? It was a learning experience, trial by fire and taught us both much about who we were and what we were capable of. It built intestinal fortitude and I proved to myself that I am capable, willing and able to take care of our family.


I was once told there was more to life than sitting in the front porch swing watching the world go by. True, but there's so much more to life than traffic jams, crowds, and big city life.


Watching the kids ride bikes in the yard, catch lightning bugs in the night and the peace of mind that comes from knowing that when the kids spend the night with a friend that they are safe with people we grew up with...this is my peace of heaven on earth.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Give me eyes to see

Faith
Truth
Life lessons
Laughter to carry forward
Bravery to do what is right
A pure soul to see true beauty
Wisdom to know when to stay silent
A heart to feel love through and through
Honor to recognize the right path for myself

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Tone

As we got out of the car, Blue said he needed to ask Larry & I a couple questions. We both recognized "the tone" and turned immediately to him.

He said, "Am I Autistic?", all the while never breaking eye contact with the two of us.

As I've left Autism an anytime open discussion, I said, "You have Autism, yes. Why do you ask?"

An aftercare provider told him that he wasn't "truly" Autistic.

There are many positives in Blue & I moving back to south Arkansas. One of those is without a doubt his step-dad, Larry, our protector and defender, my best friend. Our families, our church family which included friends, extended family and teachers. Yet another is having been raised around many of his school staff and knowing them in sports and grocery stores.

He values consistency, structure & truth.

He respects those that say what they mean and mean what they say. If a trusted person makes a statement to him, he takes it as concrete truth until it clashes with everything he has been told by his constant truths, his Mom and Larry.

Imagine how badly you hate being lied to. Now imagine that multiplied by a gazillion because in Blue's eyes, there is only black & white-no grey-no room for error. One of his constant, consistent measures of judging a person's worth (other than his innate, immediate clarity of their measure), is their ability to tell the truth.

Last night was painful. It was horrible. It was full of frustration. It was cloaked in anger. It gave Blue pause to wonder if everyone that speaks to him is lying. Again. It ripped a tiny piece of my heart apart for him. Again.

There are many contradictions, many ironies, many things that do not add up in the world of an 
high functioning Autistic (HFA) child. He nor I chose for him to be this way. We didn't chose to spend hours upon hours in speech and occupation therapies, at Dennis Developmental Center, UAMS/Strive or Child Study Center. We didn't choose for loud noises to bring him to his knees in agony, for Wal Mart to set off every internal alarm he has with it's unorganized chaos.

What parent would choose for their social lines to blur, for him to get into peoples' space without realizing he is overwhelming them? His rages, laughter, pain, truths...are dealt with in his way, not the way others deal with or perceive them. He grows better at realizing the lines, but still yet, it doesn't make him right or others wrong. What people view as spoilt, hateful, disrespectful...isn't always exactly the way they see it.

Each day life is a struggle in many areas for him. His social interaction and peer relations develop daily,  often behind the schedule set forth by education experts and doctors. Yes. He is aware that he lags in some areas while realizing that his intellect is sky high. He sees the look in some eyes that tell him he is annoying, frustrating and pushing the envelope in their comfort zone. He doesn't understand that they don't understand him, what makes him the way he is or the fact that hours are poured into improving his life by people that love him deeply. He realizes that many people don't want to be around him because of the above, but doesn't know (as other don't)  that occupational and speech therapy and aftercare are not fun and games, but part of his learning process, put in place to strengthen his weaknesses and help him learn.

Autism isn't and hasn't ever been stupid. It's highly intelligent in many areas yet, angers easily when pushed against comfort zones in school lessons, life lessons and situations that aren't easily controlled.
People tend to understand for the most part that he is a child with a neurological challenges. Most of the same accept that along with that, he has many huge abilities including his genius for anything math, his intelligence level, his empathy, laughter and deep love for the people that he loves.

What many might not realize is that when he accomplishes a goal that might appear somewhat lower and slower than his age, intellect & maturity, it has taken days, months and years to gain that ground. It has taken numerous ways to teach him, correct his views, create a safe environment for him that is structured, consistent and true to the high standards he holds for Larry & I, his measure of everything good.

I pray that people will someday be more willing to have a better understanding of neurological and physical challenges. I pray that when people speak to a child with any of the above, they remember that it could be their child being spoken to, judged and deemed to be worthy or not.


We struggle, have battles, have tears.

We walk the road together without a map.

We have faith, hope, laughter, love and one another.

We won't give up.

Monday, April 18, 2011

We don't need no steekin' normal

Excerpt from an older entry:

Blue...mentioned that he had a problem with normal. (?!) As in what? I asked him. He said I struggle to decide if normal is where I want to be, putting all my eggs in the everyone else basket or if it's better I'm myself because you love me the way I am. You love me all the time and if you love me, why would I want to be normal?

With age

With age comes:

Freedom to laugh at myself

The ability to enjoy dancing at WinterJam with my husband on one side of me and my youngest teen scrambling to get away from me in abject horror

Enjoyment in friendship, in keeping up with the friends that make my heart sing, in recognizing the value of true friends

Wisdom to recognize the users and not give them that permission
To own who I am, where I am and how I am, not taking ownership or responsibility for anyone else

That I don't own anyone the "right" to make me feel inferior...and they won't

Appreciation in recognizing where I was, where I am now and the ability to appreciate the road traveled between the two

Beauty of Stillness, not to be confused with laziness or slothing around.

Knowing that drama doesn't have to be mine, that I can't fix the worlds' problems

I can say no...and stand by it. No explanations needed, no is enough.

IF...I can help another soul on thier lifepath, I will. If I can't, I won't feel like I've let the world down

I don't have to overextend myself, I can gradually cut out all of the extra and focus on what truly matters to me

Believe in myself and who I am now...Tonya, Child of God, Wife, Mom of 3 bios & 3 in my heart, Daughter to awesome parentals,  Advocate, Damn good Moma, Domestic Goddess, Taxi Service all-in-one inclusive service, Friend, Partner in crime, Dreamer, Hippy Chick, Open-minded, Full of laughter,  Reader of books and people, Music guru and maker of the best lasagna soup on D'Vallee Casa

As shadows lengthen in my life's journey, I know that I'm exactly where I am supposed to be.

And I'm truly happy.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Mom, Why?

Mom, why do people think I'm weird?!
Why does no one want to play with me?
Why do have to feel like I've got to buy someone to have them play with me?
Why am I not invited to stay over with anyone?
Why can I not stay the night with my family?
Why do I feel better with you, but when I go to Dad's, I feel good with him, too?
Why do people say one thing & do something else?
Why are you the only one that will never lie to me?


Because they are scared that you might be smart, funny, bright, different from them.


I'm not sure, maybe we can work on that?


Maybe they are the ones that need help making friends-you know how scary that feels, don't you?


I'm not sure?


It's okay to feel good about being with your Dad & about being with me. It means you are safe & loved with both of us.

Alot of people are uncomfortable with people that make them look outside thier comfort zones. They aren't sure how to act, if it's okay to accept, what to do with the realization that we are all a little different in our own way.


Because if you can't say what you mean to say and stand by it no matter who is standing near or far away, your word is nothing.


(Yes, that's the sound of cracking you hear. My heart aches
because my son sees far more than he is given credit for, his tears ripping me apart)

(Dear Blue, You are a bright, shining star. Differences make you who you are...the funny, good, outside looking in humor, the laughter that bubbles out and yes...even the meltdowns that are fewer and further between. The snuggly hugs that I get @ breakfast make me feel like a million dollars. The way you get into the Star Wars Triology that we've been watching tickles me more than words can say because we share that love. The way you take care of little people (the three foot and under kids) makes me glow with happiness, your empathy and tenderness shining through, you being thier champ, "that big kid, Elijah", make my heart smile in the silence when tears fall and I can't make up the pain for you, the imminent frustrations, the heart-stopping sadness, the struggle to fit in with other kids.

 I wish I could teach you that being you, the Elijahblue that you are, is enough.

Be you, Blue. Shine your light.

Love you to the moon and back,

Mom)


Sunday, March 27, 2011

Moving right along

Some of my youngest memories are of going across country to California with a car full of Garners, stopping at the Royal Gorge, looking forever down as people drove by us on the bridge, driving over the Foresthill Bridge, the road winding around the mountain, steadily gaining elevation as that homecoming feeling washed over me...sometimes just being in a place brings a feeling of peace.

As far back as I can remember, I've thought in cars and music.

I recall living in Russellville with a red VW van, curtains in the windows, blue with ships on them-bed in the back in place of the back couple rows of seats. Dad and Mom would throw a bag in the van for all of us and we'd take off driving. Wherever we'd end up that night, we'd stay.

Is it any wonder Dan & I have the traveling bug? :)

A different trip headed to California rolling to sleep to Mom & GranG's voices as Gran rocked Dan in her carrier seat in the Chevy Chevette...bags packed to the roof as we trundled across country. Yet another trip as Mom, Gran, Dan & I traveled across country in the extended cab red Chevy, camper shell on the back with a piece of plywood across the back held down by the camper so we could sleep. I'd look to the front seat and see Gran with Kleenex stuck in her ears, laughter bubbling over...or look behind me to the back seat where she'd have Kleenex stuck in her nose...Yeeeeeee would echo off the cab of the truck.

On the above trip, we finally wore Mom and Dan (our family's true compasses) down and as I got behind the wheel in six lane traffic in Salt Lake City, Mom's last words were follow the map, pull over if you get lost....Gran and I readily agreed and proceeded to get into traffic neck deep. As traffic flew past us with me driving 75 and 85, it was join the herd or be moved down. There was no move over bacon, there was only the sound of mine and Gran's skin sizzling on the six lane freeway of life.

Another legend was born.

Today, it began anew.

We ate breakfast, grabbed drinks for everyone and headed out. Where are we going? North. How long? Until we stop. Are we going to a certain destination or what? Yes. :) After bickering a few miles, we settled in to smoother sailing. As the miles progressed, we relaxed, talking, singing, tickling, picture taking, making memories that I hope they'll treasure when they look back. As we neared Queen Wilhelmina, starvation set in. We sat on top of the mountain eating, a family made of love, strength and memories in the making.

Maybe someday when they are grown, they'll look back to memories of road trips, laughter, music, (Mom, please turn it to 97.5---again, Trevor? That's all you EVER want to listen to---Yes, Elijah, again) and family.

Until next time...