fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
This isn't meant to be a serious thread really. You have to find humor in any situation. My family has a bunch of jokes about being "special"..." Oh there's the short bus!"..." Do the dog voice, do the radio dial voice, do the radio voice, do the tire voice, do the squirrel voice, do the..." and yes we can laugh. An explanation behind those two references. Regular school bus are big, the transportation for special needs is half that size. Oh and one of my girl's favorite things is pretending to give things voices. N' you know I'm a pretty creative writer, so yes I can give the radio dial some interesting dialogue.
I was just reading a book by parents of kids on the spectrum. One mom was talking about making an escalator cake. When her son was young his thing was escalators...so an escalator themed birthday...PERFECT. I smiled remembering my daughter it was the refrigerators at Best Buy. If she got lost I always knew where she would go after the video games. I remember you had to go to each one and open all the doors. If we missed one we had to go back. Then there was a game where she would put keys in a drawer and I'd have to pretend to look for it...in each fridge. I have to hand it to the salespeople though.
We were there almost every day and some of them knew her by name. The guy at the mobile phone counter was sweet. She would sit and chat there quite often. One day he gave her a promotion t shirt and she was so proud wearing that. It was easier when she was small. But even now, you'd be amazed how many people step up to bat to make her happy. You still get the pity stare sometimes. Oh and nevermind temper tantrums in pubic eeesh. But at Target where they happen most often...once again security and sales have gotten friendly with her so they let me handle it.
To onlookers it almost looks like two adults going at it...she's taller than me now. But it doesn't happen very often and I've learned to appreciate what she can do, not so much worrying about what she can't.
I was just reading a book by parents of kids on the spectrum. One mom was talking about making an escalator cake. When her son was young his thing was escalators...so an escalator themed birthday...PERFECT. I smiled remembering my daughter it was the refrigerators at Best Buy. If she got lost I always knew where she would go after the video games. I remember you had to go to each one and open all the doors. If we missed one we had to go back. Then there was a game where she would put keys in a drawer and I'd have to pretend to look for it...in each fridge. I have to hand it to the salespeople though.
We were there almost every day and some of them knew her by name. The guy at the mobile phone counter was sweet. She would sit and chat there quite often. One day he gave her a promotion t shirt and she was so proud wearing that. It was easier when she was small. But even now, you'd be amazed how many people step up to bat to make her happy. You still get the pity stare sometimes. Oh and nevermind temper tantrums in pubic eeesh. But at Target where they happen most often...once again security and sales have gotten friendly with her so they let me handle it.
To onlookers it almost looks like two adults going at it...she's taller than me now. But it doesn't happen very often and I've learned to appreciate what she can do, not so much worrying about what she can't.