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Boston (part two)

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Alysia overwhelmed by choice at Wagamama

Following on from part one.

We took a cab into the city and wandered around Quincy Market.  We wandered around exploring, then I saw a little shop that sold Christmas tree ornaments.  Now, it might seem a little strange to take Alysia (who is Jewish) to such a place in May, but I had my reasons.  A while ago I wrote a post about collecting ornaments on my travels, and how our tree now represented the alternative journey are family is taking.  So here I was, on a trip to a new place, and needed to commemorate it.  If it weren’t for autism, I wouldn’t have been there.  No matter where in the world we are, every Christmas I’m going to look at my Red Sox ornament on my tree and I’ll remember my amazing day.

It took a while for us some time to find a place for lunch.  The two of us are so used to dealing with our families’ dietary requirements, and sensory issues, we were overwhelmed by possibility.  So used to accommodating the needs of everybody else that we simply couldn’t decide for ourselves.  Eventually we settled for Wagamama, and I might have to wait some time for my husband to forgive me for doing that without him (sorry honey).

Jedi Warriors and a Stormtrooper

After we strolled around some more, when I spied a Stormtrooper.  We simply had to get our photo taken with him.  Not long afterwards, it rained heavily, so we sought refuge indoors with hot chocolate and cake: the fuel of spectrummy mummies, and mommies.  The rain hampered our sight-seeing efforts, but by the time it cleared up it was time to head over to meet The Squashed Mom, our other Hopeful Parent in Boston that day.

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Like my other friend, Varda was just the same as in her blog, and we all settled down for a much too brief chat over a bottle of wine.  It was so great to be in the company of these ladies who just understand, without explanation.

The same Time that had made me impatient for the day was my enemy once again.  It was time to head to the airport.  It was time to say goodbye, not knowing when or if I’d see them again.  The end of a day I’ll never forget.

A flight, bus, metro journey and taxi cab ride later, and I finally arrived home.  I smiled as I saw our blue porch light shining to welcome me home, knowing that the same blue light was shining at my friend’s house.  For my friends, and all those who light up the path so we know we never walk it alone: thank you, and keep shining on.

Thank you to all the Spectrummy Daddies who let us fly.

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May 10, 2011 at 8:27 am

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree (at Hopeful Parents)

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This post was originally published at Hopeful parents.  You can find the link here.


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For Pudding’s first Christmas, I began a new tradition of collecting Christmas ornaments from the various places we visited.  Over the first couple of years of her life, we picked them up from Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, and France.  I particularly like the handmade wooden ones from that part of the world, and we enjoyed traveling to the Christmas markets in search of new ones.

Like many other families, following Pudding’s ASD diagnosis, our lives were forever changed.  Instead of moving on to another country, we decided to remain in the US for a tour to learn all we could about the various therapies and supports she needs.  Now there is no budget for travel.  The only place we have been as a family in the last year and a half is to Florida to visit family.   I thought my ornament collection would dwindle to a halt, but I was wrong.

This year Pudding helped me to decorate the tree.  As placed each one on the tree, I told her the story of each one.  What I didn’t realize until then, was that I’d unwittingly started a second collection of ornaments.  I unwrapped a Bambi ornament, the nickname we’d given her before she was born.  Next came a “Where the Wild Things” ornament we’d bought back when she insisted upon hearing that story every night before bed.  Then last year, we’d got her a Sleeping Beauty ornament when that became her special interest.  One day over the summer at a craft fair I even found an ornament with Bashful.  All the special interests my girl has ever had our hanging proudly from our tree.  This year I’m going to have to find an ornament with Sesame Street’s Ernie for Pudding, and a train for her brother.

It occurred to me then that our Christmas tree is still telling our story, it is just a different journey now.  This weekend we had a party, and as an activity I helped the children make Christmas tree ornaments.  Even a year ago Pudding wouldn’t have had the fine motor skills or patience for such a task, but with a lot of help, she made her own ornament.  I’m going to hang it proudly on our Christmas Tree.

That ornament tells the best story of all.

 

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December 19, 2010 at 8:04 am