Tuesday, November 9, 2010

keep on.

"A gap in time but not a gap in progress"

Maddy was a pirate for Halloween. Ah, Halloween. One of those holidays that every kid cannot wait for. Eva was a snow princess and everyday of October asked me if it was Halloween...yet?! Maelle was an Eskimo and while she had minimal concept of what actually was happening, she tagged along to whatever her big sis was doing.

And when it came to dressing up Maddy, I was lost. A bit hesitant. I didn't know what exactly she would tolerate. I had a half a dozen costumes from dress up clothes, prior Halloweens, friends, and even bought a new one in hopes that one of these would do. I did not bring out the pirate costume as Eva had been a pirate the last 2 holidays and I was tired of seeing it. She probably would have been it again if I hadn't told her "NO!" back in July when most kids (at least mine) start thinking about the candy holiday.

I had a black cat, a candy corn witch, various princess dresses, lion, cowgirl, chicken...and while I grabbed a turtleneck to put under Maelle's costume, Maddy snatched up the pirate hat from the dress up box, put it on her head and came up to me saying "RRRRRR....mateys!"

So I caved.

And she was the best pirate ever.

She didn't really understand the concept of trick or treating. After 4 houses she was done with all of it. She kept looking at us like why can't I go in the house? Why do I have to keep getting in the car? What is the point of all of this? Making me think we should have practiced this before doing but oh well. Thankfully at 4 and 2...trick or treating at 4 houses is enough for them. Next year will be different.

On Tuesday we had a phone conference with the OT and SLP therapy team that we see twice a week "in the city". It went well. It is quite obvious for everyone involved that Maddy is growing quickly. A blessing we can't even fully describe. They aged her developmentally between 2 and 2.5. She will be 2.5 on December 2. And she had spikes well above 2.5. We were/are in a bit of shock. Somehow our daughter has grown 9 developmental months in 4 actual month's time.

We can see it. But we also see how much we have yet to do. Yet we are thankful for every improvement. Every step and developmental milestone. Holding hands. Requesting things. Making eye contact. Understanding and preforming simple commands. Hugging. Singing songs. Forming sentences. Drinking from a glass. Using her fork. All of these "normal" things are so incredible to us.

When I think back to when Eva was 2 and how I, then, happily bragged at how advanced she was for her age, it makes me want to vomit. Really it does. Not that I shouldn't share my child's accomplishments but rather, that I thought they were some kind of reflection of me and my parenting. I didn't see the blessing of it all. Sure, my parenting style has evolved since adding the twins to the mix but I didn't raise Eva and Maddy much differently. No, I couldn't devote hours to sitting on the floor learning baby signs with Eva to Maddy or Maelle...but I didn't neglect them either. That's just the nature of the child. Some learn quickly, others are average, some are slow, and some struggle. But autism isn't learned. It's not a matter of spending more time with the oldest and less with the youngest. Yes, I did devote alot of time to teaching Eva and she is very independent but that is her...and her accomplishments, while they are great, are not because I'm a superior parent. Just like Maddy's accomplishments are a result of hard work and prayer, but not because we are somehow superior at any of this. In fact, I very often feel quite lost and inadequate when it comes to the task at hand: "operation: recover my daughter from Autism".

We had a stomach flu go through the house a few weeks ago and now we're dealing with a croup like cough with severe ear infections and sore throat. It makes me frustrated because we losing time in the therapy room and also because I'm tired of seeing my babies sick. There have been some slight regressions...she definitely rocks and groans more when she is sick. We had almost thought that behavior was gone (minus bedtime where it is still quite prevalent) but it came back like an old nemesis the minute she got sick. Sigh. She started turning the wheels on the train toy more than pushing the train around.

And yet. Today while she was playing with the Dora schoolhouse, the door was missing. So came to me and said "door on please." At first I didn't understand what she was wanting - her articulation isn't the best (she is still 2) but when I finally did, amazement. I acted like it was normal and began rummaging through the toys trying to find the door. Maddy then started saying "where door?" to which, I would say "yes, I don't know where the door is. let's find it!"

I think I looked through every toy box I could find. It was probably some 20 - 30 minutes later before I finally did find that door. She had moved on to playing with something else. I walked into the room and called her name while holding up the door to see her reaction. (remembering how awesome it is that I can call her name from across the room and she will recognize that it's her I'm calling and respond). She turned to look at me and when her eyes glanced to what I was holding...instant recognition! She smiled and said "yea! Door!" She ran over to the schoolhouse and said "please" while she waited for me to put it back on.

That dumb door fell off another 900 times in the 5 minutes she played with that toy but each time she would bring it to me and wait for me to put it back on the house. Normally such a task would become quite annoying but in the context of how amazing all of it was, it was fine. I will keep putting that door on if she keeps asking me to.

As long as she keeps asking.

2 comments:

  1. Oh that is awesome, Katt! I'm so glad to hear all the things Maddy is growing and learning in.

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  2. It took me a long time to learn that fact--that my childrens' successes and failures and everything in between are not a direct reflection of my parenting. I wonder if all moms go through that? But there is a sigh of relief and a freedom in releasing that guilt and deep sense of irrational responsibility and letting them be who God intended OUTSIDE of Mom. It's heart wrenching and beautiful all at the same time. :)

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