Dear world: It isn’t misbehaving. It isn’t hyperactivity. It isn’t too much candy. Or too much soda. Or too little discipline.
It’s called coping.
It’s called an autistic brain coping with this incompatible world the best way that it can.
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Month: June 2014
The day we got to Quantico, I took the boys to the commissary. Up one aisle and down the other, I heard a running stream of commercials from Scott.
“Ants are hard to kill. Raid kills bugs dead. It’s a family company.”
You heard me. I had an entire week — AT HOME — ALONE.
How many wives and mothers of young children long to be able to say something like that?
This morning, I received an invite to an “all day online party”. Basically, instead of getting together, socially, with a bunch of friends and friends of friends, I just have this in my “social media calendar”, and on that day I potentially go and order, and that “host” gets the “hostess” points and gets her free gifts.
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Today I listened to Acts 17 – Acts 28.
The part that stood out to me in that passage is this:
My typical kids have a mean mom, though. It’s summer time. Time for sun, dirt, bugs, fish. Time to sweat and drink lukewarm water and get sticky with homemade popsicles. NOT a time to sit and stare at a screen for hours.
