If stripping was in The Olympics….

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Are you watching the Olympics? I love it and often sit here making remarks like “If Eliza were in that contest…..”

If stripping was an Olympic sport, Eliza would win Gold every single time. In under twenty seconds she can undress and sit back on the couch, remote control in hand and Mickey Mouse on TV yet this is the child that simply can not undress herself for bed or PE at school…..

Flapping!!! Another Gold, she seriously looks like she would take off sometimes. Flappy when happy though, beautiful smile she has and when she is laughing she has a dimple that is super cute. I wonder if she could flap through high jump, she definitely has the long legs. We tried Gymnastics before with her, she told me how bored she was after only 2 sessions.

Sprinting, well I think we would all have gold medalists on our hands. Someone opens a bag of crisps and whoosh, she is off like a highly trained sniffer dog! Don’t ever forget how fast they go from ‘dead weight laying on the floor refusing to move’ to someone that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money at the blink of an eye.

Shot Put is another. Wow, how I have seen iPad’s and juice cups fly. Not to mention shoes, DS consoles, remote controls, siblings….

A judo/wrestling combo is something that happens daily in our house between Eliza and Noah. That grabbing of clothes, linking legs and throwing each other on the floor. Usually to decide who gets the TV remote or the last pack of crisps. Oh or a toy that neither of them played with for months yet one of them found and it’s suddenly like treasure!

Weightlifting I think belongs to us parents. Lifting that ‘dead weight’ child from the middle of roads, car parks, parks and bundling them safely in the car. Carrying them up the stairs or removing them from the top of a sibling they are sat on. I should have muscles like Popeye by now.

I love to reflect and I have learnt many things from what I have just written above…

– I watch too much Olympics
– A lot of issues are caused by crisps
– I need to get out more

Enjoy your Tuesday and the Olympics xxx

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Autism & Anxiety

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Dear Anxiety

It has been a while since you and I fell out. Today you made me angry even though I was not your target. You see my daughter is 6 and she is autistic. It makes her day to day life extremely hard at times as she attempts to navigate a crazy world and find her place in it. It’s not helpful when you come along and add to the mounting stress she feels. I know you often tag along with your friend autism, you seem to be closely connected.

We had a lovely play date arranged with some close friends in a park we often visit. The school holidays throw her out of her comfort zone but she copes really well with planning. It should have been a lovely day. Plan we did, prompt we did, talk it through and off we went. Some days there just isn’t enough planning in the world, you just seem to grab her regardless. My beautiful girl was crying, screaming and kicking the seat in the car. She hit her little brother, she threw stuff she could get hold of. Refusing to get out of the car we sat there, her crying and her brother unsure whilst I decided on the next best step for all concerned. You had her, you were winning.

I wanted to yell and scream at you Anxiety. I really did. I wanted to rip you out of my daughter and stamp on you a million times for what you do to her. I wanted to swear at you and boy did I have some select words just for you. I wanted to cry, truth be told, because I am exhausted, overwhelmed and often feel out of my depth trying to do what is best for her. Trying, as a parent, to make her world as easy and understandable as I can whilst at the same time keeping her safe. I have to think with/about/for her 24/7 and when you decide to stop by it is a hundred times worse because she becomes ‘flighty’. Likely to run at any given chance and with her lack of danger awareness, it is bloody scary.

Instead I wish to thank you, Anxiety. You see every time something like this happens it makes me a stronger parent, ready to face you the next time you decide to gatecrash our lives. You know what else? With my help (and maybe a little stubborn attitude) she got out of the car. She had a few moments on the floor waving and kicking her arms in the air and I let her. Why? Because she was releasing you. She was angry at the feelings she was having. Deep down she wanted to see her friends, to go on the swings, to eat the picnic we took with us. After she started to calm I bent down and gave her a choice – go to the play day or get back in the car and go home. I was calm and fair, she knew either would be OK with me and do you know what, she chose the play day and after a few more minutes calming she had a great time. It was a lovely day after all. You are a pain in the backside Anxiety and believe me when I say I HATE you, I really mean it.

Thank you for attempting to take my daughter down today, you have shown me even at the age of 6 she isn’t going to let you win. She made a choice to put you to one side, remind you that you don’t get to rule her life. She was able to release her feelings safely inside my car and make a decision to keep going. I would say better luck next time but that just suggests I offer you seat on our next day out so instead I will just bid you farewell for today but no doubt you will be back at some point. We will of course be ready for you every time.

Yours Sincerely

Eliza’s Mum