We normally attend church on Sunday mornings. However, I am typing this just about the time our pastor should be saying the last few sentences of his sermon. Why?
It is one of THOSE days.
Our older son woke up in a great mood. The kind that makes you know it's going to be an awesome, walking on air, I can handle Autism if it's this easy type of day.
Then our younger son woke up. And that was the end of easy. He has been having one major meltdown after another. His meltdowns are LOUD, long, and LOUD. They are full of tears and oh, did I mention, loud. It hit fast and hard within minutes of him waking up. My mind scurried for the answer and I just seemed to make it worse. Then it hit me. He had soccer yesterday. He had snacks at soccer. Stupid things, upon inspection online of the ingredients, were soy filled. I didn't pay attention and stop him. He reacts to soy in violent ways. And that means there's nothing you can do but wait.
I finally got him to the point I could touch him. I picked him up, cradled him (yes, he's 5, but you do what works in the ASD world), wrapped his mongee (his word for his special blanket he's had since birth) around him, and sang our special song ("You Are My Sunshine"). I sang, and sang, and sang, and sang. He suddenly took a deep breath and I knew it was working. I sang, and sang, and sand and he pulled the mongee from his eyes to look into mine. That's our connection, and that's when I know I am getting to him. He doesn't do that with anyone else, ever. He moved his hand to my face (he likes my cheek and hair, has since he was tiny) and I kept singing. It took me singing for probably 30 minutes and I got him to the point he could go on with his day. Daddy took the boys on an adventure (we live on 400 acres) and they have been gone for 2 hours. Being in nature soothes him, calms him.
The hard part is, no one gets it outside the Autism world. I know our church family loves us. But they have to be thinking, "man, they miss a lot of church". You just can't ever get it unless you live it. I knew you all would get it. I have no idea what this afternoon will bring. It will probably be bad. But having these quiet moments where I can gather my thoughts (I stayed home due to a migraine - gee wonder where that came from), come on here and know you all get it, sure will help me be more patient this afternoon when it is all hitting the fan with full speed.