Saturday, October 29, 2011

What To Do During #Snowtober

Possible 12 inches of snow expected, flickering lights (oh hell not again), laundry done, grocery shopping done yesterday, homework done sort of, snowblower broke during reprep (but of course), cooking dinner before the power goes out, preparations made...

Here's my backyard view...you can hear the branches cracking under the weight of the snow...and I just heard thundersnow too...






Meanwhile not much else to do so...

glass of wine in hand...



fire in the fireplace...





and....






By the way,  I'm not worried. We do have Post-Apocalyptic-daddiyo on our side.

Until next time,


Elise


Friday, October 28, 2011

Snow Storm on the Way

Holy Crap its not even Halloween...we are supposed to get a snowstorm this weekend...




Until next time,


Elise

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

SNTR: Autistic Globetrotting

Today on Special Needs Talk Radio, Margalit Francus the founder and editor of Autisticglobetrotting shares information and her incites on traveling with special needs children.


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Until next time,


Elise

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

Halloween Fun

 Just to get everyone in a ghoul mood......













Until next time,


Elise


A Rude Awakening- Racism; The Danger of A Single Story

Sometimes I prefer the world I have created for myself. I like to think that people in general have become better, more intelligent and more open minded. While I have experienced some ignorance on line in dealing with some political issues, I have not had to deal with personally horrible attacks. While I know that there is a plethora of hate sites on the internet, it doesn't enter my world. So please don't think that I am totally out of touch.

You see I grew up in the deep south during the civil rights movement. My family moved to Memphis, Tennessee, one month after Dr. King was murdered. I can tell stories that my children just don't believe. History books they read and believe, but my stories...well I'm only mom. Honestly,  I truly thought that the majority of people, at least according to the polling data, for want of a better explanation, were becoming less stupid.

Now I know that lessening of ignorance is not always the case when it comes to persons with disabilities. We talk all the time about how society does not understand our children and how there needs to be a greater effort to educate about invisible disabilities in this world. You see this I get. This I understand. Sixteen years ago when CM1 was diagnosed the world did not even talk about aspergers, but today it is on everyone's mind. Laws protecting the rights of those with disabilities and an openness of discussion has helped. But I know there is also a long way to go.

It's the other affronts I just don't get. OK, I am talking about the United States, not about any other nation in the world. There are some places that racism, antisemitism and simple hatred of the "other" is a mainstay of life.  But I really thought that those of us who live in the US were beyond that or we were working hard to get there.

Yes, I have written about the antisemitism that CM2 faced his last year of highschool. Yes there have been unrelated incidents of intermittent racism as well in the high school. There have been really stupid stuff too, like when students thought it was funny to spray paint an Indian-American student's (not Native-American) car with the word "Moslem." Stupid kids doing stupid things. They were his "friends" and they thought it was a big silly hoot, not something mean or racist. I suppose the hoot was on them when they tried to explain their suspensions to the colleges of their choice.

As I have mentioned too, my boys seem to be very attuned to incidents of any kind of bigotry and any kind of hate. CM2 chose to take classes on prejudice and genocide and CM1 is specializing in the Holocaust. When confronted by judgmental ignorance of any kind, CM1 has always been befuddled. He always asks, "What is wrong with everyone?" Honestly I have no answer for him. But in truth most of these incidents have been few and far between. I truly thought that in many ways they were characteristic of their generation when it came to acceptance. Today I think my children may be the exception, not the rule.

I started rethinking my world view when I was confronted with some real hate just the other day...

I was talking to one of the women who work in my local little convenience gourmet market. She is an immigrant from Ireland. I personally love to talk to her because she is so down to earth and of course that brogue is just wonderful. She has several grown sons, all married. I remembered that she lives in a two-family house that she shares with one of her married sons and his family. She revels in her grandchildren and loves talking about them.

Last week, I was talking to her about the holidays coming up and if she has all her grandchildren with her at Christmas. She told me that one of her DIL's won't come visit, or allow her child to come either, because some of her other grandchildren are African-american. I think I stood with my mouth agape until she said something else. She told me that in fact hateful DIL is very well educated. This DIL actually said that she doesn't want her child in the company of "people like that." I asked her about her son and why he doesn't intervene...she truly had no answer. She just kept reassuring me that her African-american grandchildren are wonderful boys. I told her I have no doubt, since they apparently have wonderful grandparents and parents. (People always assume that having an education automatically means someone is intelligent. Well I beg to differ, greatly.)

Then I asked one of the women she works with who is Hispanic if she encountered alot of racism too. She is an immigrant and told me that race was not an issue where she was brought up. There was a nonchalance about race in her society. But that the moment she got to the US everyone started to categorize her by her skin-tone. Whereever she goes its about the color of her skin, including in her own "community." There are things you need to assimilate to live in the American culture, but I had hoped that it wouldn't be racism.

This reminded me of a story from years ago, when the boys were taking gymnastic lessons. There was another student there who is Puerto Rican. Now his skin color is also dark and he has kinky-curly hair. His mother told me how she got into an argument with some woman about their ethnicity. The other woman kept insisting on defining them by the color of their skin while they defined themselves as Puerto Rican. The gymnasts-mother told me the same thing as the woman who worked in the gourmet market. In their world race doesn't matter. The ignorant woman on the other hand kept insisting that they were African-american. She would not listen to how the gymnasts-mother saw herself and her family. I think the hubris was that someone else was trying to define who this family happens to be.

I have railed against the lack of respect for self-definition when it comes to autism and when it comes to Judaism as well. There are many in the autism community who make a big deal about language...If you don't use person first language you are considered a bigot. If you want to be a part of the autism community the only that that can define you is your autism. You have to walk lock-step in line with whomever has decided to make themselves head "Autism-Grand-poobah." It irks me because defining yourself is a humanright.

When it comes to Judaism it seems the anti-Semites try to define who the Jewish people are, and what Judaism happens to be. They tell Jews what their religion means, what is their heritage and how it is to be presented. They refuse to listen to how the Jewish people define themselves. The anti-Semite doesn't just ignore the reality of the holocaust, they ignore that the Jewish people are a people complete with history, ethnic reality (language, land and subsequent culture) just like other nations on the planet. Equal in stature to others and equal in rights to others as well.

Since when do you not get to define yourself. Since when do others get the right to tell you who you are, how you should view the world and what heritage you are allowed to share? Are you as a humanbeing allowed to be a multidimensional individual, replete with wonderful gifts to give the world? Why are you as that individual not allowed to be seen simply as a humanbeing first and foremost?

I was having lunch with brilliant-computer-sis the other day and telling her about my conversations with the two women who work in my neighborhood. I was totally shocked that this was still the reality for some. I think the reason I thought racism was tempered was simply because the charge of racism is so easily bandied about in today's world. It's almost like the boy who cried wolf. If everytime you disagree with someone they accuse you of being racist then the accuser doesn't have to listen to your policy objections. It may make the accuser's world more secure, because they can just dismiss your objections easily, but it doesn't solve the real problems. If it is believed that everything someone does positive or negative is dependent solely upon race, then when there is a real issue of racism noone will listen.

By the way my sis thought I was terribly naive. She told me a story about how she was trying to catch a cab the other day and also on the same corner was an extremely well-dressed African-American gentleman. The cabs would stop for her but when she would turn to give him the cab since he was there first, the cab would speed away. After about five times, she hoped in a cab and then offered to share it with him. By that time the cabbie could do nothing but fume. (Honestly I remember these stories from when we lived in the city 16 years ago, but had really thought there had been a stop to this ignorance.)

He told her that he was in town on business and was meeting friends for dinner. His friends just happen to be Caucasian. They went home to change and he said he was going to go up to the restaurant early. He also bet them that they would still get there before him. This man is a well-respected professional sports-coach. My sister asked him if it helps any that those morons who wouldn't stop for him, could not afford a ticket to one of his teams games....he just smiled.

Sometimes things or situations are so untenable all you can do is smile....otherwise you might spend your life so angry you couldn't enjoy your life. Then the haters would really win, wouldn't they?

Until next time,



Elise

This is a fascinating talk given by the Nigerian novelist Chimamanda Adichie. Listen, it is a treat. This is not about cultural relativism, it is about understanding who someone is and where they come from, seeing beyond a single dimension. Enjoy.















Saturday, October 22, 2011

Holidays...Permission Granted to Celebrate As You Please

Last year I wrote a post and called myself a Grinch. (Read the post. Its a goodie-promise) We are raised that we are supposed to revel in this time of year. We are taught that our entire society lives or dies based upon a few short hours on certain given days.  That somehow if we do not participate in these celebrations, as prescribed by some holiday-deity (I'm talking Hallmark or Norman Rockwell here, not God Almighty), then we have forfeited our right to be happy at this time of year. Well, as the US commanding general at the Battle of the Bulge, once said to the Nazis when asked to surrender, I say "nuts" to anyone who thinks that we cannot stand up and be happy.

Honestly,  I do love this time of year (Bit of a change for me from last year I know. Maybe my temperament is better- fewer menopause symptoms- or this post is up earlier than last year's Grinch post.) but I also hate this time of year (OK remembering what is to come). Oh I love the sights, the sounds and the smells. The boys love these things, not so much. When they were little it was the sensory overload that got to them. Too much of everything crammed into just a few short weeks that spills over into a hullabaloo of relatives, and an unknown and uncomfortable social reality. On Thanksgiving they used to hide in my sister-in-law's basement away from the crush of people and watch TV or play their video games. They sat quiet by themselves while everyone else "holidayed."  We, of course, would check on them periodically and on most occasions their younger cousins would sit with them and watch their dvds as well. But it was not enjoyable for them. Their holiday experience was sorely lacking.

I know the theory behind the "get togethers" for them, has to do with getting to know your relatives and understanding that there are people in the world who are attached to you in some way. But that is not what the boys learned. What they learned is that whenever they see a relative they are uncomfortable, feel overwhelmed and quite frankly would rather be somewhere else. There is no connection to these people they see once a year. There is no attachment. They don't even remember people's names.

Honestly I have a passel of relatives who I never see or hear from. Genetic "family" connection in my book is over rated. What you need to do is develop a "family" that will be there for you when you need them. Biology doesn't mean a darn thing at times. You are lucky when the two  "families" connect but in my expereince they very rarely do. At least that is what happened in my world. Sadly you don't need to be a special needs family to be distant from those that are supposed to have your back. It's hard and it  hurts, when you come to realize just how alone you may truly be in this world. But you are better off creating your own support network "family" then accepting an inadequate one. Create the world you want to live in, I always say. You don't have to accept the one you are given if it is YOU always giving and not receiving. You don't have to accept the "family" you were born into if it makes you unhappy, unfulfilled, or feeling alone.

Looking back, which we tend to do when our children get older, I probably should not have made them go to SIL's. It was uncomfortable for them and for some reason we just thought that they would adjust. How wrong we were. They were not happy there among the throngs. We were nervous about how they would handle the get togethers.We were  always on pins and needles waiting for a meltdown or and inappropriate interaction. I realize that no matter what anyone understood, and we come from an understanding extended family, they didn't get it. It truly wasn't their fault. I also know that if something did happen the extended family would be supportive. That was not the issue. It was the fact that quite frankly for us (parents and especially children), there was no joy, just alot of tension.
 
What I think we needed to do, quite frankly, is to give ourselves permission not to go to the SIL's.
Well that finally happened last year. Guess what? We had a nice day. I made a holiday meal. I set a holiday table. We enjoyed the quiet and the comfort of our own home with no crush of sensory stimuli. We watched what we wanted on television. The boys and hubby did their work and all went according to plan. It was nice. It was quiet. It was peaceful. I plan to do it again this year.

I modeled our Thanksgiving after how we celebrate the Jewish holidays. We tend to celebrate the Jewish holidays on our own. Family does not fly in for the celebrations. They do not make an effort to get together. So we have our own little rituals and our own little ways of doing things. This past Jewish New Year, CM1 actually asked if I had gotten certain celebratory foods. It's actually a fancy crudite platter that I buy from a local caterer every major holiday. It means something to him. It means holiday to him. It means a happy fun time, where he is not overwhelmed by noise, smell or sights. It means comfort and joy. It means calm. So I will buy that platter this year on Thanksgiving once again. I will make a small turkey breast, buy stuffing and a massive chocolate cake (we don't like pie).

I know catering sounds rather extravagant. (I admit it, it is) But my stuffing last year was a very sad affair. Heck, not even the dogs ate it. I have no idea what happened there and after three attempts I just gave up. You really don't even want to try my baking. It's truly noxious. I am the only one who ruins those pre-baked cookies from the supermarket. Honestly, it is not my forte. Listen one of the good side effects of getting older is that you can readily accept what you are good at and what you are not. I happily admit I can't bake, iron and I hate gardening or doing any outdoor work. Little House on the Prairie I am not. But cleaning a toilet doesn't bother me (Just give me cleaning gloves, Clorox clean-up and toilet bowl cleaner and I am ready and raring to go)...go figure.

So anyway...As I said one of the things you learn as you age is that you need to do what is best for you and those in your immediate family, i.e. your children. If people truly love and care about you they will understand. If they don't understand, well, then they are not really family, no matter what the genetics say.

Create your own holiday memories and traditions. Even if its only the fact that you buy a silly crudite platter. These are the things that YOUR child will learn to appreciate, understand and associate with love, family and happiness. It's OK. Really Its OK.

Until next time,



Elise







Wednesday, October 19, 2011

SNTR: Today's Discussion with the Creators of the Autspot

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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Robin Williams on Alcohol

Now that CM1 is 21 and allowed legally to drink, I have had to reiterate the rules to him about alcohol and his meds. Only on special occasions and only if someone is with you. Not that I that it is truly dangerous for him to have the occasional glass of wine, but alcohol does dilute the meds' effectiveness. So it really should not become a habit.

Meanwhile I came across this very old video of Robin Williams discussing the vagaries of alcohol and weed. I need to show it to CM1. Let him understand just what he is NOT missing. It does bring back memories though...no not of weed ( I am a good girl I am), but freshman year in college and the propensity to over imbibe. Yes I grew up in the years when 18 was the legal age to drink a beer. Not like today when at 18 you can go off to war, buy a gun but apparently are too stupid to know your limit on alcohol, as if suddenly at 21 you can make logical decisions. I suppose there are also no forty year old drunks out there on the highways.

But as always Robin Williams generates that rather deep internal chuckle. Enjoy...



Until next time,



Elise

The Malki Foundation

One of the greatest nightmares a parent faces is the loss of a child. We, in the special needs community, are constantly confronted by the specter of the Angel of Death, either for our own children or the children of friends. But one thing we do not generally deal with is the fact that our children could be taken by senseless violence.

Yes, there are some in the US that have children who have gone off to war in Iraq or Afghanistan. The constant sacrifice of the families of our service personnel is under reported in the news media and under appreciated by the American population as a whole.

There are places in the United States, inner-cities where it is not safe to walk or for a child to play outside due to gang violence. But that does not touch the overwhelming majority of our communities. The reality that these families live with, is not understood not recognized and never really reported. Furthermore, the violence spreading from Mexico north into these same communities is dismissed and disregarded by the nation as a whole.

We in New York City and Washington DC are painfully aware of the violence of terrorism. As I have mentioned before, there were hours on 9/11 that we did not know if my husband nor my sister were alive or dead. But it does not surround us. Terrorism does not pervade our very lives. There have been numerous incidents of violence, terror and murder in this country since that autumn day ten years ago, but we do not really live in fear of another terrorist attack and it is not a part of our day to day existence.

I always wonder what we would do if faced with the reality that our children would die a violent death. How would we react? What we do with the rest of our live? How would we honor our children?

What is it that causes some to hate so much to think that they have the right to slaughter other human beings? They take no responsibility for their own lives and choices. They dehumanize and disregard their victims as if they were garbage to get out of the way. They take pleasure in the evil that they bring. They think they have a right to slaughter with impunity. It is a sad testament to the world, that no international organization can agree on the definition of terrorism.

No one can answer for the whole world. No one can answer for what someone else does. All we can do is live a good life. One dedicated to righting wrongs, bringing peace and understanding.

Now what does all this have to do with autism and special needs...let me tell you.

Ten years ago, a young 15 year old girl went to the local Sbarro's restaurant near her home in Jerusalem, Israel. Unbeknownst to her and her family, a group of terrorists had decided to target that particular pizza parlor. The ensuing bomb murdered 15 people (mostly children), including this 15 year old girl, and wounded over 150. One of the terrorists, a woman, when finally apprehended and told how many children she had killed was overjoyed. In her own words she did not think she had been all that successful. That woman is being released, along with 1026 others, in an exchange next week, for the illegally kidnapped Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit.

The story of this 15 year old is one of goodness and hope. Her greatest wish was to help those with special needs.  In honor of her memory, her parents, began The Malki Foundation.  

The Malki Foundation, a non-political, non-sectarian, not-for-profit organization honors the tragically short life of a girl dedicated to bringing happiness and support into the lives of special-needs children

Here is a copy of its mission statement:



THE MISSION of Keren Malki is to enable the families of special-needs children in Israel to choose home care. We are an Israel-based, non-political voluntary not-for-profit organization providing support and help without any regard for the religious or national background of the family. Keren Malki is focused on empowerment, allowing families from every segment of Israeli society to provide quality home-care for their special-needs child the way they believe it ought to be provided. The organization provides longterm therapy at home, access to equipment and mobile therapy units.

The highlight is mine. Notice that the organization helps all that need help irregardless of who they are, their religion or their ethnic background. The only stipulation is that they have a special needs child.

Several months before Malki was killed, an accomplished flautist,  she wrote this song. Before you listen note that the song is written in Hebrew, I include the translation below. It is an upbeat song filled with hope and joy. Her parents have tried to honor her memory and build the world that Malki had wanted to help create.



Each of us has place in the World to Come.
And that is already a reason to be happy.
We each have a spark and a start.
And this is reason enough to be happy.


chorus:
You live breath move.
That's a good start.

Each of us has a way of arriving.
We all have a way back too.
We each have hope and a future.
And a place in the World to Come.


Each of us has so many reasons.
So you better start dancing now.
We each already have a reason to laugh.
So lets all shout together.

I ask you what would you do if faced with such a nightmare? Would you start a foundation that could end up help the offspring of those that may support your child's murder? That is what the Roth family did. It is what they continue to do. They do it for Malki and for the forgotten victims of terror. They do it because helping those with special needs, no matter who they happen to be, is the right thing to do.

Here is Malki's mother's feelings in her own words upon he daughter's murder. HERE is Malki's mother's words upon hearing of the impending release of her daughter's murderer. This murderer was no simple driver; she planned, transported the bomb and executed this terrorist attack.

It is so easy for us, to say what we would do or how we would feel under these circumstances. But noone ever knows how they would react.  We would hope beyond hope that we would remain good people. We would hope beyond hope that we would not become bitter. We would hope beyond hope that our values would not be corrupted. For if we loose our own humanity that is when the terrorists win. Yet I am not sure I am really that good of a person myself. In fact I know that I am not.

Until next time,



Elise

h/t A Soldier's Mother for some links

Saturday, October 15, 2011

21 Years and Counting

By the time this posts to my blog CM1 will officially be 21 years old. He was born at 9 AM and at that particular time, on his 21st birthday, he is quite happily sound asleep. On his actual birthday I was, for lack of a better description, slightly uncomfortable for awhile until my infant son made his appearance on the world scene. That was when I saw that face. Oy what a face! Do you remember the first time you held your children? It feels like just yesterday to me. Those beautiful big eyes full of promise and hope looking up at you as if to say "What the hell just happened? Oh and by the way HELLO."

For CM1 turning 21 its no big deal. He really doesn't get to drink like any other typical young adult because of all the meds he is on. So no "out to dinner" where he can order in a restaurant his first glass of liquor. But for his birthday he was allowed one glass of Manishewitz. (We are obviously there to watch him.) That's right, Manishewitz malaga. Yes its ridiculously stereotypical that Jews don't know from wine vintages and choices, and that the only type they like is this thick grape sweet wine. But that is what he wanted. Me of course, I do know about wines and if I am going to indulge its not going to be fermented grape juice. OK wine is fermented grape juice, but I choose a little fancier fermented grape juice with a bit of a kick.

We typically celebrate birthdays in our house the night before. Hubby works such long hours that I always thought it unfair to make the boys wait until 9 at night to eat their birthday cake (the entire family finally being together ), so we party the eve of their birthday. Interestingly it was accepted very happily by the boys. I don't know if that was because, being Jewish, all our holidays begin the night before or because they get cake and presents a day early (Yeah I know, go with the present idea). We Jews call it EREV (meaning night of) put name of holiday here. So for the boys' birthdays, we just called it EREV whosever birthday. For hubby and myself we do it too. I suppose you would say that this is our family tradition.

It's a nice tradition. I make a birthday dinner. What ever the celebrant wants. CM1 likes all different kinds of hors d'oeuvres; mozzarella sticks, little hotdogs, spanakopita, mini-egg rolls etc. Then we eat the all important fudgey, chocolatey birthday cake. But no singing. CM1 hates when people sing. Well he hates when we sing. Well he hates when I sing. He gets embarrassed too, when people sing happy birthday to him.  He has never accepted being lauded for any reason and that includes birthdays. But he did make a wish and blew out the candles. Don't worry, I only put two candles on the cake . Could you imagine the fire hazard of 21 candles on a little six-inch cake. (No didn't buy a bigger one. We don't need cake for a week.) Oh and yes, I buy it from a bakery not bake it myself. There are many things you want to eat in this world, anything I baked is not one of them. I am a good cook. Baker not so much. (Ask me sometime about the birthday cake I once made for my father. After four hours in the oven it was still raw. And yes, the oven was turned on).

It's interesting when you do take the time to look back and see how far your child has come. I do that on the boys' birthdays. This year CM1 is going to class on his own and working a small-part-time job on campus. He is  helping build sets for the drama department and doing a little office work. He enjoys the wood working. He has always enjoyed working with his hands. He is very creative when given the chance.                 

He even went to a club meeting this year. (Yes, we got him to join a club...Yeah) We tried to get him to join the Jewish Students Club. Thought there would be some similar interest with other students. He tried to get the members to involve themselves in what was going on politically (with Israel, the USA and the rest of the world) but they only want to have Sabbath dinner together and meet once a week. CM1 still doesn't get that most people are purely social animals. He doesn't understand that there doesn't need to be a purpose to getting together besides getting together. He has had enough of this group he said. He wants to do something productive he said. The para did tell me that the Rabbi who oversees the meetings seems to be a bit of a wet blanket. Not very much direction. I say at least CM1 tried.

I mentioned to CM1 that since he is a history major maybe he should join the history club. Again they have interests in common, all being history majors (OK its another shot at group interaction). I also told him if he was truly concerned about world issues that he didn't have to just join organizations on campus. That there are many national organizations that he could join and involve himself. He didn't really go for the idea. I am sure it made him feel uneasy. A new social endeavor. New social structure. A new environment and a very unknown one at that. But eventually maybe he will think more about it and see what he can do outside the world of his college. That definitely is going to be one of his next goals besides trying to figure out just what he wants to do with his life of course.



Meanwhile, CM1 still wants to save the world. He talks about it relentlessly in fact. (There are social justice groups on campus, but as usual they are very left-wing, very anti-Israel, very anti-American and not a place for CM1.) While he has said he doesn't want to go to law school, I challenge him to think how he could help the world without a law degree. He hates injustice. I mention to him that to fight injustice you just can't sit in a park in NYC and rail against the evils of the world and be taken seriously, no matter what some may think (especially if all you do is sleep on the ground, smoke weed, bang on drums, bathe in the local McDonald's sinks, believe you don't have to pay your bills and think everyone else's property and work product should belong to you simply because you exist). Eventually you really will be laughed at and dismissed.

I explain to him that he needs to figure out exactly what his goal was and then we will figure out how he is to get there. If you are going to do battle, you need to be properly armed. If you want to fight the good fight, get the right education first. You may think you know everything once you graduate from college, but the world really isn't waiting on baited breath for you and your little bachelor's degree. But then again that is the wonder of being only 21 years old isn't it. You think you know everything and it gives you the strength to go try to change the world if you can.

Now the truth that I have come to realize, on this my first-born's 21st birthday,  is that in the end it is CM1 and only CM1 who will direct his future. We can only guide him. Help him figure it out. Provide him with the necessary support to achieve his goal. Yet only that 21 year old, 6 foot tall, 200 pound, very bright, socially aware and empathetic youngman can decide what he wants out of life. Only he can figure out his goals and only he can accomplish his life's mission.

So as I look back over the past 21 years and relive all the ups and down and ins and outs, I realize that this has only been the preparatory stage for what is to come. In some ways everything has only been a beginning towards our goal of CM1 becoming the person he hopes to be someday. But I think the interesting thing about this particular birthday for me, is finally learning the fact that it is CM1 who alone, OK with some guidance, that will decide who he will eventually become and what kind of life he will lead. However, I am still voting for law school...(higher reasoning math is extremely painful for him so doctor and accountant are out)...hey,  that is a Jewish-mother's prerogative afterall.




Happy Birthday my darling boy...

Until next time,



Elise

Friday, October 14, 2011

Nobody Takes Responsibility Anymore

 


There's no hidden meaning here. No relationship to autism, the boys, hubby or myself. It's just really funny.



Meanwhile it is CM1's 21st birthday Saturday. Will eventually have a post about that but not tonight.


Until next time,



Elise