I had a completely different post planned for this week, but I was the recipient of such an amazing act of kindness I just had to share.
2016 was tough. Our lives were really crazy and Mike couldn’t find a job in Humboldt, so we were always living apart. We planned our move back to Saskatoon so that we could spend more time together as a family and give Dominic a more consistent life. I was determined to cut back my teaching even more because the hours made it impossible to be consistent. We suspected he had autism and had that confirmed in October.
We were officially a special needs family.
I hate that term. Even though yes, we have special needs, and yes, I have to parent differently than my friends with neuro-typical children (read: normal, whatever that means), I don’t feel that different from them. We all struggle with potty training, sharing, eating, independence, etc. Our journey just takes a bit more creativity and usually takes a little longer.
Yet we make it work. We go to the appointments at the Alvin Buckwold Centre (and thank our lucky stars that we got intervention so early in his life), we are adding routines slowly but surely, and I make a big effort to arrange playdates and go places where he has to socialize.
Today we had a group social skills & occupational therapy appointment. Dominic’s former occupational therapist came to chat with me and told me that she wanted to give me something. It was a pair of Hillberg & Berk earrings. She explained that as part of their Share Your Sparkle campaign, she had been asked to give it to one of the moms that she works with.
It meant the world to me. There are so many times when I feel like I am the worst person to raise an autistic child. I suck at routines. I struggle with order. My artistic brain just doesn’t think like his logical one. My mom guilt is regularly high, but it was especially high because I just found out yesterday that he has 4 cavities. (Omg. Mom. Fail.)
Yes, they are just a pair of earrings, but they are so much more. Every time I wear them it will remind me that I’m not as awful of a mom as I think I am.
The worst part of having a child with autism is not that you have a child with autism. It’s seeing the judgement from other people when he doesn’t wear socks, misses a social cue, or cries because we didn’t travel the same way going home. This was such a sweet act of kindness that evens out some of those things.
So thank you from the bottom of my heart.
This is not a sponsored post and contains no affiliate links. The world needs all the goodness and kindness it can get. I can’t pay the company back, but I promise I’ll pay it forward.