Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

Two reasons to be hopeful (at Hopeful Parents)

with 2 comments

This post was originally published at Hopeful Parents.  You can take the link right here.

This week did not begin well.  Just when I’m feeling exhausted by all I have to do for Pudding, and feeling guilty for all I can’t do for her, we receive the news that Cubby is also developmentally delayed.  That same day Cubby cut his finger pretty badly and I had to spend the afternoon at the ER.  When the doctor told me to keep Pudding occupied while they stitched him up, I felt overwhelmed by this feeling of resentment that I couldn’t be with my child when he needed me, because there is no way the other would let me.  I realized that this was the first of many times I will experience this tug-of-need between the two.  I was a long way from being a Hopeful Parent at the start of this week, I even contemplated asking somebody else to fill my spot.

Fortunately the week got better.  Once again we were reminded that we aren’t alone in this, not even close.  And we learned once again that distance is no barrier for love and support.

Over the last year since Pudding’s diagnosis, she has made wonderful progress in certain areas, but she continues to have difficulties with self-regulation, motor-planning, and her fine and gross motor skills remain pretty much the same as when we began occupational therapy.  Any efforts we make to work on these skills are greeted with almost instant meltdown, then shut down.

I was upstairs getting Cubby dressed when I heard the music from the computer downstairs.  She can use the mouse to click into iTunes, but needs help in picking her favorite songs.  She only cares to hear her favorite songs, and demands that any other be skipped.  The music carried upstairs:

You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out…

Oh no, “The Hokey Pokey”.  I’ve tried countless times to persuade her to join me dancing to it, and “Heads, Shoulders, Knees & Toes” and anything else that requires coordinated movement.  Occasionally she will sing along with no attempts at dancing, but generally she is altogether dismissive.  I quickly finish the buttons on Cubby’s shirt to go and help her change the song to one she likes.  The school bus will be here in 10 minutes, and I need her to be in a cooperative mood.  I start down the stairs:

You put your left leg in, you put your left leg out…

I freeze.  Her leg is outstretched, and pulled back in.  She almost falls over with the effort of coordinating her unwilling body, but she brings her own grace to the song.  I stay on the stairs, I daren’t make a sound.  I watch her turn herself around.

You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out….

I’m spellbound.  When did she learn her left from her right?!?  Was she watching me all the time I used to show her?  Was she always paying attention, memorizing the sequence so she could get it right?  All to soon it is over.  One last hokey-pokey, she turns herself around, and her eyes meet mine.  I don’t know what to do.  Do I applaud?  Join in?  Say “well done”?  I make some obscure gestures that are a mix of all of those, but it is too late.  The reluctant performer has ended the show, and calls for another song.

It has been a really hard week.  It is going to be hard for a while.  But if my girl can keep on trying, so can I.  Maybe one day we’ll both be satisfied with our efforts.  I play “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and watch as Pudding and Cubby clap and stomp their feet to the song.  I sing along with my two reasons to be hopeful.  That’s what it’s all about.

 

Advertisements

Written by Spectrummy Mummy

September 19, 2010 at 7:11 am

2 Responses

Subscribe to comments with RSS.

  1. Hey, would have loved to meet up with you at the picnic yesterday, sorry about that! Hopefully another event soon!

    Jen

    September 20, 2010 at 11:38 pm

    • Do you ever go to the Wednesday playgroup? I’ve only made it one time so far, but I keep meaning to make it to that. Also saw some spouses at the community center in FC on Friday mornings.

      spectrummymummy

      September 21, 2010 at 5:03 pm


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: