Archive for March, 2012

Really? An author with autism?

My boy and I were in the library when we happened to see the book Born On A Blue Day: Inside the Extraordinary Mind of an Autistic Savant by Daniel Tammett.

I told my son, “Hey, look that that book!  The author has autism.”

My son stopped in his tracks.  He looked at the book and picked it up.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.  I’ve read it.”

He proceeded to read the back of the book. He looked very thoughtful.

“I have that book, if you want to borrow it.”


He put the book back, and we walked on out of the library.

“You know that you have autism, right?” I asked.

“Mmm hmmm.”

“You could write a book someday too, if you want, or do anything else you want to do.”

“I know!”

We have always been open about my sons’ autism in our home.  We figure that they are going to know that they are different somehow, and rather than shock them with the news we will just embrace the differences with humor and hope.

I am hopeful, because my son seems to believe in himself.  I hope that he continues as life changes throughout middle school, high school, and adulthood.

What are things you do to instill self confidence and hope in your kiddos,
“spectrum” or not?

Left behind

My husband called me earlier this week with this news: “I had my most embarrassing parenting moment tonight.”

“Oh?  What was that?” I asked.

“I left our son behind at Pepboys.”

I actually chuckled.  That evening our family piled into my husband’s small car that he uses for work in order to pick up our van at Pepboys.  My husband went in, and our son went along with him but immediately went to the waiting room to play.  My husband got the keys to the van, paid, and left. 

Then he remembered… one of the kids was still at the shop.

As soon he as he remembered, he got a call from Pepboys. 

He headed back to the shop.  When he arrived, our boy was waiting outside, and jumped up and down and clapped when Daddy arrived.

All’s well that ends well!

I asked our son about it later:

“What happened at Pepboys?”

“Dad left me behind!”

“So what did you do?”

“I went and told a worker.  Then the worker got a manager and called Leroy (using Dad’s “official” first name).”

“What did you tell the worker?”

“I said, ‘My whole family left me behind!'”

Oh well, so now the whole family is to blame.  That’s okay.

I was not mad at my husband.  When he told someone at work what had happened, one of his co-workers told him that if would have happened in his family, he would have been served divorce papers the next day. 

My hubby said to me, “I’m so lucky to be married to you!”  Awwwww.

As I said, I wasn’t mad.  Rather, I was proud of our son.  He’s showing signs that he can problem solve and take care of himself. 

That gives me hope!