Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

Flying

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Two kids, one mummy and a swimming pool. Pudding has always loved the water, but has no fear of it. Cubby is brave enough in a kiddie pool where he can stand up, but terrified in the big pool. Usually he won’t allow any part of his head to touch the water, and makes a sorry sobbing sound if I so much as transfer him to my other hip.

So going to the pool without Spectrummy Daddy in tow is a bold move. This is DC in August. It has been a scorcher, and the humidity factor can be unbearable. When we do brave the playground, the mosquitoes ravish my exotic English suck-me skin, the resulting wounds last for weeks.  Yuck.  Stuck indoors all the time, Pudding can’t help but find trouble.  At times I feel like I say nothing but “no” to her.  I’m weighed down from being so negative.  We’d been inside too long, it was time.

We’d had some problems before in getting her to wear her swim vest, but if she put it on back to front, she was fine. It kind of looked like I’d put my special needs child in a straight jacket, but she was happy, safe, and unable to reach the zipper to take it off.  I’m getting used to odd glances coming our way.  Luckily people tend to keep their small thoughts to themselves, which is just as it should be.

Cubby clung on to me the whole time, but there was no crying or screaming. At a few points, when he was splashing around and soaking his mama (which he says properly now!) quite thoroughly, he squealed with delight. Pudding just looked calm and serene, feeling all the lovely sensation of the water.  The pair of them, who have stretched my heart in ways I could never have imagined, were at peace getting what they needed.  I wanted to cherish the time.  I didn’t feel like the mother taking care of her high-needs children.  I was the special guest at this party.  I felt honoured to be in attendance.

After a while, she took to climbing out and jumping back in again, over and over. There didn’t seem to be much purpose to it, but she had the most beatific smile on her face, it must just feel right to her. So often I’ve taken for granted that my senses and my body work just as they should, I’m so fortunate.  I wish she could have that feeling more often.  I wish everybody could.  I’m just glad she gets to have her moments of it, and I get to share them with her.

One time as she took off, she looked at me and gleefully said, “I’m flying!”. My heart soars along with her.  For that one sweltering afternoon, my love, we both were.

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Written by Spectrummy Mummy

August 24, 2010 at 7:30 am

9 Responses

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  1. I love this post

    courtney

    August 24, 2010 at 2:22 pm

  2. Thanks Courtney, I promise to answer your question one of these posts. Probably not tomorrow though, sorry!

    spectrummymummy

    August 24, 2010 at 3:48 pm

  3. That’s ok. I am sure you have loads else to write about. By the way, I am an avid reader of your blog, which is beautifully written and utterly captivating. Get yourself a book publisher, girl!

    courtney

    August 25, 2010 at 1:22 pm

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  5. This is such a lovely post! Found you via Mummy’s Little Monkey
    XxX

    ghostwritermummy

    January 7, 2011 at 3:59 pm

  6. What a lovely post so heart warming xx

  7. We always fear the worst don’t we? Thanks for sharing found you via Mummy’s Little Monkey blog horn

    Aly

    January 9, 2011 at 1:46 pm

  8. […] Pudding + swimming = yes.  The kid loves water. […]

  9. […] written many times about how alluring water is to Pudding, how she finds peace pouring and bathing in the stuff.  But the problem for my mermaid is safety. […]


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