Showing posts with label Special Needs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Special Needs. Show all posts

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Relax. It's a joke.

How many kids with ADHD does it take to change a light bulb?

Wanna go ride bikes?

I joke because I can. We are finding that the key ~ at least for us ~ to living with a child with special needs is humor.

And that joke was a perfect way for me to announce some exciting news.

Tyson can ride a bike!

After a summer full of frustration and tears (for all of us) he is able to ride his two-wheel bike with no training wheels.

Look at this face:
That is the face of Satisfaction. Accomplishment. Perseverance. Pride. Joy.

He's cruising around the circle like a champ!

His bike is a little small for him. We told him we would not buy him a bigger one until he learned to ride the one he has. With his birthday & Christmas coming up, I think there may be a new bike in his near future!

I cannot tell you how happy we are. I was honestly beginning to think he really wouldn't ever learn. He cried and gave up so many times. He put his bike next to the garbage cans in utter defeat several times. I ran behind him around that circle more laps than I can count. I prayed for him so many nights. 

This accomplishment, the look on his face, the joy in his smile is truly one of the greatest blessings ever.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

In Which God Blows the Odds to Pieces

Last Thursday morning, when I woke up, I was the mother of a child with special needs.

I just didn't know it yet.

In fact, it turns out, this is a title I've carried for 7 years. We just didn't know it.

Oh, I guess there were times when we wondered, questioned, considered... but that's other people's kids. I know how that sounds, but hear me out. The thing is, that when you are a person who dedicates her career to serving children with special needs, you sort of just figure that the odds of God giving you your own child with a diagnosis are astronomically insane.

And then God steps in and blows all of your carefully considered odds out of the water like a pirate ship full of C4.

We met with the psychologist on Thursday, and I have to admit that going into that meeting, I think I was more afraid that there would be no diagnosis than I was there would be. I honestly prepared myself to hear something along the lines of, "Tyson is a delightful child... and he does not qualify for a diagnosis, which means that all of the behaviors, the tension, the trouble in school is probably due to parenting problems."

Instead, we heard, "Tyson is a delightful boy. He's very sweet... and he definitely qualifies for a diagnosis."

So here is where we stand:

1) Tyson now has a diagnosis of severe ADHD, combined type (if you're a numbers cruncher, we're talking two standard deviations from "normal"); he has significant deficits in Executive Functioning (which explains a lot); he definitely has some oddities and symptoms that fall under the category of Asperger's Syndrome (i.e. high functioning autism), but those evaluations were inconclusive.

2) We have been assured by a very respected and competent professional that none of this is due to our shortcomings as a parental unit. (I know it might seem obvious, but I have feared that this was somehow my/our fault all along).

3) We will be meeting with the pediatrician this week to discuss and begin the process of finding an appropriate type & dosage of medication. (Pray for us - this can be a terrible process that includes tantrums, tears, depression, feelings of hopelessness... and that's just the parents.)

4) Once meds are in place, are stable, and are showing some results, we will be exploring a few treatment options for the Executive Functioning deficits. Among our list of possibilities are music therapy (of course!), Brain Gym and CogMed (a computer software brain-training program that looks awesome).

5) The question about autism is still there. It's just dangling out there in space. The medication will either alleviate those autistic-like symptoms, or it will further reveal them. If they do not get better, we will revisit and reevaluate for autism in about 6 months.

6) We will continue to utilize a variety of behavioral supports at home, will be seeking an IEP at school, and will most importantly, continue to pray that God will guide us on this part of the journey.

Also, we are just trying to settle into this new label, to the realization that Tyson's disobedience is often not his choice, to the new habits that we all need to cultivate, to our lives as a family with someone who has special needs.

Do you have any children with a diagnosis?  How did you deal with it?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Lingering Question

Alarms went ignored.

Gentle words from a mother waking her child went ignored.

People slept too late, and there was such a frenzied rush to get out the door.

Pets went ignored.

Even the cries of a toddler wanting "up" went ignored.

When the mother's voice went ignored again and again, her voice got louder.

She hates to yell.

Doesn't realize she's doing it until the words, impatient & much too loud have been released into the world like a thunderstorm.

She thinks to herself that this is what she knows. This is what her mother did when she was little.

But she's a grown woman now. She can make her own choices, doesn't have to follow paths forged before her.

So why? Why does she still do it?

There is an answer, hanging in the back of her mind.

It scratches at the back of her skull like a rat scratches behind a wall.

It tells her that she's not good. She's full of sin and is letting that awful nature win the battle.

He forgives. She knows this. Her Father is full of Grace, and he forgives her.

But the damage is still done.

It puddles up, fills up the house and the home and the lives like rainwater filling a river.

And what if it's all her fault?

What if her bad habits broke the little one she loves so much?

What if the thing the doctor says in a few weeks is all her fault?

What if she caused the inattention, the behaviors, the trouble?

What if the tiny raindrops of her quick temper, her impatience, her loud words all piled up on the first who swelled her heart?

What if God blessed her with a beautiful son, as perfect as a human can be...

...and she ruined him with her own imperfections?