This is going to be a teeny-weeny short small little short (oops said that) list.
I have about 15 minutes left of freedom while Isaiah finishes watching Pippi Longstocking for the one millionth time.
So let’s get this show on the road, 10 things of Thankful:
-Pippi Longstocking. Duh. If it weren’t for her wily ways and clever quips and pirateyness and weird animals I’d be doing mom stuff like reading or playing playmobil or worse, not here with you.
-Soy Chais. If it wasn’t for my Soy Chais I would be starving to death. I haven’t been grocery shopping in two weeks. We are subsisting on whatever we can find. I leave the healthy stuff for the boy, you know, brownies and mac n’ cheese and the rest is for me.
-Personal trampolines. Isaiah has been cooped up indoors for way too long. Having his trampoline to bounce on, even while he’s sitting, helps. A little.
-Beats headphones. Those help because the trampoline doesn’t help 100% and so I need the aid of their noise cancellingness.
-Made up words.
-Shel Silverstein. I am so happy I remembered to buy Isaiah Where The Sidewalk Ends for Christmas, he loves it! I always forget that I don’t have to only teach him “traditional” poetry. Thanks for reminding me Shel.
-Husbands who don’t care when the house is a mess.
-Tons of junk towels. After 24″ of snow and 2 days of -15 (that’s in Fahrenheit people!) it decided to start pouring rain. Little dog is up to her haunches in disgusting slushy mess, and medium dog isn’t faring so well either.
-The Hardy Boys, without whom I could never have written my last Twisted MixTape, they were my inspiration. Hubba hubba!
-Patient persistence. Isaiah’s sensory processing disorder makes transitions VERY difficult for him. This week we began archery class. It was his first time and he decided in the car he didn’t want to go. I made him walk in the building. He didn’t want to go. When we were in the gym he said he had to go to the bathroom and begged me to go with him. When I finally relented I realized he was crying. In the bathroom he sobbed to me about how afraid he was, and he didn’t want to do it. We made a deal, we would sit inside the gym and watch. If he still didn’t want to do it after that we wouldn’t go back the next week. The teacher walked up to us and my smiling happy showman of a child hid under his jacket. I explained that Isaiah was afraid, and the teacher offered to give us 15 minutes of his undivided attention after class. He taught Isaiah how to shoot a bow and arrow, he even hit the balloon! Isaiah loved it and he is thrilled to go back next week! I’m not fooling myself, I know next week won’t be completely easy, but it will be better, and the next week after that and so on…
And that brings me to this. It’s really easy to forget that a kid with Isaiah’s gregarious personality, extensive vocabulary and gift of wit can be suffering from a neurological disorder that makes him go from life of the party to scared to look. But that’s what something like Sensory Processing Disorder can do. And now that they know there is no cure, only treatment, it is even more important to educate the people around him. Especially our extended family who think a good push is all he needs. He doesn’t need a push he needs patient persistence.
This week patience is something I need too. I need to remember that everything happens in God’s timing, not mine. I may want it to happen now, but maybe I’m not ready, maybe God has other plans. But if I trust that He knows what’s best and wait for HIS time, it will all work out as it should.
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. Psalm 40:1
Here’s an extra one, I’m Thankful for Google Hangouts and meeting great blogging friends “in person.”