It’s been a big transition. The country life exchanged for small town living. Endless lawn to play in given up for a postage stamp of grass with a cute sandbox. We’ve left the novel and returned to the familiar. But it’s all good. Martin has made the transition quite well. It’s been a bit bumpy when we couldn’t manage to provide the stricture he needs, but it’s gone better than many of our past summer adventures. Through it all, he’s still Martin, full of brilliance and goofiness that makes our days both fun and exasperating.
For instance:
Martin sat through his first real haircut from a professional stylist. He no longer looks like a child to whom Sally Struthers asks you send money.
When greeted with open arms by his little friend, Laura, instead of welcoming the embrace Martin did something akin to setting a pick in a basketball defense.
Martin found a Youtube song about the presidents, a ditty with a PG rating. I realized this had happened when I heard Martin singing: “James Monroe told Europe they could suck it and Richard Nixon was a dirty filthy liar.” Time for more parental controls during computer time.
Martin helped me plant some basil and insists on watering it every day. He’s never taken interest in our garden before. I think that’s because he never got it. He couldn’t comprehend that you put something in the ground and it grows and you eat it. Now he does. He can hardly wait to visit the plant each day.
This last story shows me how much Martin can be interested in the world once he understands something. I often interpret his response to new things to be disinterest. But more likely, Martin is simply baffled by the new thing and lacks the words to communicate that he is baffled. There are so many things that Martin took a long time to do because he simply couldn’t understand what people were talking about when they told him to zip his jacket, use a pair of scissors, ride a bike, or swing across monkey bars. And there’s been no single way to teach these things to him. Every difficult thing requires consideration of how to present it so that he might understand.
Now we’re talking about what to do during the few weeks before school starts.Tomorrow, sports camp at the YMCA. We’ll see how that goes.
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I blog because having a special needs child can be lonely. People don't want to pry. They focus on the positives. In this way, people are nice. But life with Martin includes very difficult moments. And I'm a little tired of keeping them within the family.