All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas is impeachment, but that is not what this blog is about.  I can still hope, though!  Tonight was a typical Saturday night chez Herndon. Boo was rocketing back and forth between the kitchen for food and his swing where he could properly hoot and twirl.  Robert and Mouse were off at a Christmas party, but Boo and I were rocking our inner introvert.  Eventually, I corralled Boo and headed him towards the bathtub.  His nails resembled talons, particularly one thumb nail that he was not letting anyone near.  I had my sights set on that nail.  Well, all I got was that one nail.  Boo was not going to let me near the rest of them.  I gave up and he happily let me shampoo his hair.  He is all about a good scalp massage.  While I was thus engaged I thought to myself, “All I want for Christmas is my kid to be able to cut his own nails.”  I realized immediately that I wished in vain.  He does not have coordination to button his shirt, let alone cut his nails.  Oh well.  I guess I am his life long nail clipper.  My awesome sister-in-law also has a kiddo on the spectrum with nail issues.  She got around this when she discovered that he likes mani pedis.  It is a bit expensive, but it solved the problem.  Somehow, I just can’t picture taking Boo to an upscale salon and turning him loose.

So, what do I really want for Christmas, both for Boo and for my family?  I want my home to be a peaceful, welcoming haven.  We don’t usually have family for the holidays, but I make a point to invite people over who also do not have family in the area.  I invite them to invite their friends.  Sometimes I only have a handful of folks, sometimes I have a  houseful.  This year Mouse is having a friend from school over.  Her parents are on the outs and she prefers to hang out over here.  Her mom and younger siblings are going to Mexico, her dad is staying home and she decided she would rather be with us.  Very good.  There is always room for another chair at the table and a place for more gifts under the tree.  So, I want peace.  I want Boo to feel this peace.  Christmas is hard for him because it disrupts the flow of school and his PCAs are not around.  He does not like to open presents and he does not like his schedule disturbed.  Over the years he has been better able to accept the changes that Christmas brings, but it is not his favorite season.  I don’t care that he does not want to open gifts.  I have a few things I hope he will enjoy and I will leave them out for him, unwrapped, so he can approach them at his leisure.  I want decent weather so I can take Boo out for the long walks that he craves.  He does not like to play in the snow or go sledding but he can walk for miles.  I want acceptance for my child and for all the other children and adults on the spectrum.  I want acceptance for those who march to the beat of their own tuba,  because their music is beautiful, too.  I want universal health care (yes I am getting a bit political here) so parents don’t have to worry how to pay for the therapies and doctors that their child so desperately needs.  No one should have to mortgage their home so their child can have speech and occupational therapy.  I want peace for all of you who so faithfully follow my blog, and for your children too, on or off the spectrum.  So, I may never see the day where Boo cuts his own nails, and it is not that important a wish anyway.  But, I can hope, pray and work for peace, in my house and in my neighborhood.  Won’t you join me and do the same?

 

 

Author: snort262

I am a wife, mom, long distance runner and fierce autism advocate. My background is in education. Currently, I am a nanny, a tutor, and an autism consultant.

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