Today was the hottest day in the UK so far this year. I decided it would be nice to fill a small pool with water for my kids to splash about in. Sensibly my 8 year old and 4 year old daughters change into their swimming costumes and head outside. My son decided he would rather like to bathe fully clothed in the pool. He immersed himself and began thrashing about and squealing away happily.
He didn't understand that those clothes were dripping wet and he would leave puddles wherever he walked. He somehow managed to soak the back door step just standing there staring at his reflection in the glass...I decided he was not going to walk through the house with those drenched clothes, I would instead put them straight into the washing machine.
Telling my son these plans, he stands on the back door step glaring at me for a good minute or so and then piped up "It's the wet step" (referring to the sodden doorstep). "Why do I call it the wet step?" and before I could answer he had stripped all of the clothes off and launched them at me.
What would have been 1 person needing a change of clothes instantly became 2. Relishing in the freedom of being nude my son bounced into the living room, slipping on the laminate flooring. Like any mother, upon hearing the thud of my child's bony body hitting the deck, I turned into a superhero...racing to the scene ready to examine the wounds. I arrived to find my son in a heap on the floor...he is quiet..my heart in my mouth until I notice he is actually looking under the sofa at something. No injuries, I relax. My son gets to his feet and declares to me that the sofa has been moved because he could see the dent in the floor where it was before. He demanded I put it back there. To prevent a meltdown, I do.
The evening is drawing in and although the girls are ready to sleep, my son is not. He has been upstairs arranging his clothes, curtains, bedding and toys for the last 2 hours....I sense it could be a long night since he has school in the morning and this day has threw his routine out of the window.
Monday 6 May 2013
Sunday 5 May 2013
Introducing Me...
Well I have such a hectic life, I decided it might be good to allow myself to sit down periodically and write about it.
I am a 26 year old mother of 3, I am happily married and have been for almost 8 years now! I was technically a "young mum", but I didn't fit the stereotype. My children mean everything to me, they pick my mood up when it's down and after a hard day at university they really know how to make me forget it all and get on with it. Sounds perfect? Right?
We were blessed with my first born child, a daughter. She has always been mature beyond her years, she's a keen learner and has a big personality. My second born child, a son was born a year after my first child. It was when he was only 4 months old I started to see a difference that did not fit "normal" patterns of development. As he grew it became increasingly more evident that something was a little off kilter. By the time he was 3 years old and in pre-school we were tearing our hair out. He required constant attention day and night, he didn't sleep much and had obsessions with cars that we just couldn't control. He started primary school and that is when the professionals stepped in and started to help us, my son is Autistic and has ADHD as well as the joint condition Joint Hypermobility Syndrome which he inherited from me :(
It's not all bad, he is the funniest little boy I have ever met. He doesn't say much typically, but when he does it is usually a fact or figure he has plucked out from watching the history channels. He doesn't like hugging much unless it is on his terms, but when he gives me a hug I simply forget all the struggle, sleepless nights and stress.
After having my son, a lot of people ask why I wanted another child...I can't answer that, but my 3rd child another little girl is just so relaxed and easy going. She seemed to just fit right in around my son's needs.
I want to try and document some of my son's "gold nuggets" a glimpse for those that have never experienced Autism. How amazing is it to get an alternate view on reality?
I hope you will enjoy reading!
I am a 26 year old mother of 3, I am happily married and have been for almost 8 years now! I was technically a "young mum", but I didn't fit the stereotype. My children mean everything to me, they pick my mood up when it's down and after a hard day at university they really know how to make me forget it all and get on with it. Sounds perfect? Right?
We were blessed with my first born child, a daughter. She has always been mature beyond her years, she's a keen learner and has a big personality. My second born child, a son was born a year after my first child. It was when he was only 4 months old I started to see a difference that did not fit "normal" patterns of development. As he grew it became increasingly more evident that something was a little off kilter. By the time he was 3 years old and in pre-school we were tearing our hair out. He required constant attention day and night, he didn't sleep much and had obsessions with cars that we just couldn't control. He started primary school and that is when the professionals stepped in and started to help us, my son is Autistic and has ADHD as well as the joint condition Joint Hypermobility Syndrome which he inherited from me :(
It's not all bad, he is the funniest little boy I have ever met. He doesn't say much typically, but when he does it is usually a fact or figure he has plucked out from watching the history channels. He doesn't like hugging much unless it is on his terms, but when he gives me a hug I simply forget all the struggle, sleepless nights and stress.
After having my son, a lot of people ask why I wanted another child...I can't answer that, but my 3rd child another little girl is just so relaxed and easy going. She seemed to just fit right in around my son's needs.
I want to try and document some of my son's "gold nuggets" a glimpse for those that have never experienced Autism. How amazing is it to get an alternate view on reality?
I hope you will enjoy reading!
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