That Momhood Feeling (#467)with a special request
30 September 2006
Do you ever have a moment when, the whatever of the day aside, you are 111% grateful you are a mother? (And a father, too,... Read more →
Do you ever have a moment when, the whatever of the day aside, you are 111% grateful you are a mother? (And a father, too,... Read more →
A friend whose son is also autistic noted that, while he could do the basic skills---kicking and dribbling---quite well, when it came to doing these... Read more →
"Wahlk!" proclaimed Charlie after dinner. I handed him his blue hooded fleece sweatshirt, which we discovered he had put on backwards when he found the... Read more →
I was in the middle of things---as I was today, sitting at my desk checking email and writing quizzes ("decline each word in all 5... Read more →
"Chaos" is from the ancient Greek word for "a vast gulf, an abyss, a, infinite space"---three terms that, I think, describe how an unstructured stretch... Read more →
As in, one mundane Monday: Charlie woke up to the sound of some New Age-tinged nature music, got dressed, pulled on his backpack, and went... Read more →
"Hi, Veronn ikka!" Said Charlie to my in-laws' live-in nurse as she came in the front door from a walk. So Charlie greeted someone when... Read more →
We had only to say to Charlie this morning that his aunt was coming to visit "with the dog" and Charlie, who had been taking... Read more →
The moment that I had not exactly been waiting for, but knew was likely, happened: Charlie had a difficult morning at school. He was greeting... Read more →
"Payahno!" I called Charlie downstairs to practise after dinner. He sat right down at the keyboard and put the velcro-backed C, D, E, F, G,... Read more →
"How much does it cost to raise a child?" This was the theme of a talk during Back to School Night that I attended at... Read more →
Everybody has a bus story. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say, everybody would like to know what the story is on the... Read more →
Go here for many photos of Charlie's Heart of Sailing sailing adventure. To teach Charlie to use all of his fingers when playing the piano,... Read more →
I have written often about how at home Charlie is in the ocean. Charlie swimming---bodysurfing his new favorite thing to do in the roaring, pounding... Read more →
This is Charlie in the hooded blue fleece sweatshirt that he refused to wear last year. The neck opening is rather narrow and he more... Read more →
Charlie pulled on his blue school backpack and ran out to the black car. It was 8.30pm: Jim had just gotten home after driving (or,... Read more →
I had forgotten to turn off my cell phone and, in the midst of explaining how the different dialects used in ancient Greek literature provide... Read more →
"Charlie really likes it here," Jim said this afternoon after meeting Charlie at the bus. Another great day at school: His teacher noted that his... Read more →
I went to have coffee with some of the parents in our school district last night. Most of their children were not yet five years... Read more →
Standing at the top of the stairs in a straight line diagonally above the front door, Charlie called out to his ABA therapists: "Thank yoo!"... Read more →