http://www.onmilwaukee.com/family/articles/malachipaints.html
fast forward two years..
we're still painting! and Malachi has his first ever art exhibit! " the shared palette" is an exhibit featuring parents & their children's artwork. our art center here in town (The Windhover) is hosting this unique exhibit through March 9th 2012. This friday night (2-17-12) from 5-8 Malachi and I will be there during fond du lac's "tour the town" art walk.
I hope we get to see you there!
"reach for the stars" by Malachi & Nina Schmidt
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
2-4-12 Malachi is starting to understand how autism affects his life
Malachi does this thing where he slides his mattress over so he can sleep between it and the wall in like a crack space. I get it- it's a sensory thing where he wants to feel pressed in to relax. ..but it always bums me out because he ends up pushing the mattress off the bunk bed and it's either half hanging off the bed OR totally on the floor the next day and I have to try to shove it back on the bunk and then you know how you always bang your head when you are making up the lower bed of a bunk bed?
so I get cranky about it- and he knows it.
So last night he preemptively explains his sleeping arrangement before I can complain saying
" listen! I like to sleep differently! everyone's different! it's because of my Autism!"
Of course he can't pronounce that word so every time he brings it up it takes me about 5 times before I know what the heck he's trying to say.
Eventually I say " your AUTISM?!" and he says " YES!!! THAT'S why I like to sleep differently!"
He seems totally annoyed by my ignorance and says " DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT AUTISM?!"
I say " yes- i know about autism. I knew about that a long time ago actually.."
he's already covering his head up in his blanket cocoon and is obviously really sleepy
I say " you know- I don't mind that you have Autism"
from somewhere under the blanket he mumbles " Yes I know"
then I say " ..I think you're a cool kid"
" yes! I know! can't you see I need to sleep? I need my rest!!"
:)
so I get cranky about it- and he knows it.
So last night he preemptively explains his sleeping arrangement before I can complain saying
" listen! I like to sleep differently! everyone's different! it's because of my Autism!"
Of course he can't pronounce that word so every time he brings it up it takes me about 5 times before I know what the heck he's trying to say.
Eventually I say " your AUTISM?!" and he says " YES!!! THAT'S why I like to sleep differently!"
He seems totally annoyed by my ignorance and says " DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT AUTISM?!"
I say " yes- i know about autism. I knew about that a long time ago actually.."
he's already covering his head up in his blanket cocoon and is obviously really sleepy
I say " you know- I don't mind that you have Autism"
from somewhere under the blanket he mumbles " Yes I know"
then I say " ..I think you're a cool kid"
" yes! I know! can't you see I need to sleep? I need my rest!!"
:)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
afraid.
don't have children.
can you believe i just said that? my kids are my LIFE! they bring me endless endless joy and love and just incredible wonderful magicalness .. my kids bring me purpose and in many ways I'm indebted to them. I owe my kids more than they will ever owe me. I happily spend all my days repaying them for everything they have brought into my life.
Malachi in particular has helped me to become myself in more ways than almost anyone else in my life. Malachi made me brave.
I would not take back one. single. second.
and even with all that...
I say - don't do it. just don't . If you are lucky enough to find that one person whom your soul loves in this world. Hold on to that person. have a life with them and hold on tight and just stay together and brave this life.
And if you absolutely must have a small wonderful baby..oh please...go rescue one from somewhere where it is not wanted.
I know this sounds negative and horrible even..but no one tells you the truth about having children.
it's terrifying.
things go wrong.
they get sick. Not like sniffles- but really sick. Like terrifying you'd rip out your own organs to trade places with them kind of sick.
you try to protect them and you never truly can
today I talked to malachi's teacher about middle school...and adulthood...the phrase " group home" was uttered.
I lay awake at night and wonder who will take care of him. What happens if we die before him?
I know no one can predict anything. I understand that things will somehow work out. I know that he has a purpose in life and he's brought so much to everyone that knows him. I know all these things
I'm not asking advice
I'm not asking for someone to make me feel better
I'm just telling you
I'm terrified
and my heart is constantly breaking.
I don't know how to keep them all safe. And no one understands.
can you believe i just said that? my kids are my LIFE! they bring me endless endless joy and love and just incredible wonderful magicalness .. my kids bring me purpose and in many ways I'm indebted to them. I owe my kids more than they will ever owe me. I happily spend all my days repaying them for everything they have brought into my life.
Malachi in particular has helped me to become myself in more ways than almost anyone else in my life. Malachi made me brave.
I would not take back one. single. second.
and even with all that...
I say - don't do it. just don't . If you are lucky enough to find that one person whom your soul loves in this world. Hold on to that person. have a life with them and hold on tight and just stay together and brave this life.
And if you absolutely must have a small wonderful baby..oh please...go rescue one from somewhere where it is not wanted.
I know this sounds negative and horrible even..but no one tells you the truth about having children.
it's terrifying.
things go wrong.
they get sick. Not like sniffles- but really sick. Like terrifying you'd rip out your own organs to trade places with them kind of sick.
you try to protect them and you never truly can
today I talked to malachi's teacher about middle school...and adulthood...the phrase " group home" was uttered.
I lay awake at night and wonder who will take care of him. What happens if we die before him?
I know no one can predict anything. I understand that things will somehow work out. I know that he has a purpose in life and he's brought so much to everyone that knows him. I know all these things
I'm not asking advice
I'm not asking for someone to make me feel better
I'm just telling you
I'm terrified
and my heart is constantly breaking.
I don't know how to keep them all safe. And no one understands.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
bravo!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2085226/PLUS-Model-Magazines-Katya-Zharkova-cover-highlights-body-image-fashion-industry.html
Thursday, January 12, 2012
an example of what being a mommy is
if you are ever unsure about where you rank- let me remind you- last. yes. last. you are last on the list.
you can eat your dinner cold when everyone else is done. you do not get to sleep when you want or shower with the door shut. you can not buy a new outfit because you have to buy second winter coats for rambunctious boys who break their zippers only halfway through the winter. you can not have an apple because all the good food goes to them. if you are sick, throwing up,or have a severed limb...you still have to make dinner. and lunch. and breakfast. you are the ONLY one that knows where the other shoe is. what homework is due or how to tuck the blankets in "the right way"
and even though you haven't had a check up in two years, you have to push your appointment back another two months because you have to take a sick kid in to the dr instead. Yes. you can only go to the dr if everyone else , in the entire world, is healthy.
and even with all that- you actually smile and welcome it with open arms . Even when you have a sore neck for months at a time for having to sleep on 6 inches of bed because your 3 year old is on one side, the 7 year old on the other and a cat at your feet-
even then- you wake up in the night because a tiny hand is stroking your cheek and groggily whispering " I love you momma" and you are so happy that she woke you up so you didn't miss it
you can eat your dinner cold when everyone else is done. you do not get to sleep when you want or shower with the door shut. you can not buy a new outfit because you have to buy second winter coats for rambunctious boys who break their zippers only halfway through the winter. you can not have an apple because all the good food goes to them. if you are sick, throwing up,or have a severed limb...you still have to make dinner. and lunch. and breakfast. you are the ONLY one that knows where the other shoe is. what homework is due or how to tuck the blankets in "the right way"
and even though you haven't had a check up in two years, you have to push your appointment back another two months because you have to take a sick kid in to the dr instead. Yes. you can only go to the dr if everyone else , in the entire world, is healthy.
and even with all that- you actually smile and welcome it with open arms . Even when you have a sore neck for months at a time for having to sleep on 6 inches of bed because your 3 year old is on one side, the 7 year old on the other and a cat at your feet-
even then- you wake up in the night because a tiny hand is stroking your cheek and groggily whispering " I love you momma" and you are so happy that she woke you up so you didn't miss it
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
check out this momma's blog
wow do I relate to this statement!
..going to bookmark her blog..
"I have read stories of parents of autistic children "mourning the child they never had." While I never personally experienced that specific issue -- I've never expected A. to be anything than what she is, I never felt like I "lost" anything by having her, and I think she's pretty downright amazing, honestly -- but I think I might be suffering from something similar. I think I'm mourning the mother I never was."
http://community.advanceweb.com/blogs/ot_9/default.aspx
..going to bookmark her blog..
"I have read stories of parents of autistic children "mourning the child they never had." While I never personally experienced that specific issue -- I've never expected A. to be anything than what she is, I never felt like I "lost" anything by having her, and I think she's pretty downright amazing, honestly -- but I think I might be suffering from something similar. I think I'm mourning the mother I never was."
http://community.advanceweb.com/blogs/ot_9/default.aspx
Thursday, December 15, 2011
another red letter day
i decided that this was the year Malachi could handle the information regarding his autism diagnosis.
mostly because I see a lot more awareness on his part this year, much more growth, and I see him hitting a lot of walls. not understanding why he doesn't have friendships the way other kids do..not sure why he can't stop thinking about the same thing(s) over and over.. but I wasn't sure exactly how to go about this process either.
thankfully at just the right moment a special ed teacher came into Malachi's life and asked if she could meet with him weekly to prepare him for the information and also to help him cope with it.
in talking with her i found that her philosophy was very similar to mine and her approach was just an extension of what I have already been telling all our kids, which is that we are all different. We all have our strengths , we are all unique and not one of us is like the other nor are we intended to be, and that we should love everyone . I have also talked about how different people learn in different ways, some people learn well by seeing pictures, others by listening...some of us like being around lots of people, some like to be alone or just with one person at a time. ..
I was thankful to hear the teacher tell me that her goal was to emphasize what Malachi is good at, where his strengths are, and give him ways to cope with the things that come harder. But that over all we wanted to present it to him in a way that was to say this is a learning style, this is something unique about some people and they happened to give that special way of thinking/learning a name. Autism.
we also felt that it made sense to have him "learn" about this in a school setting where he is open to learning new concepts and it was a natural step in the social curriculum he's been doing.
Today I had a meeting at school first thing this morning regarding general progress for malachi at school. This specific teacher was there and I asked her- as I always do- if she had used the " A" word yet. she said she had brought it up last week , but not specifically about Malachi, and was planning to talk about it today.
it has weighed on me heavily all day. feelings of guilt that someone else would be presenting this information. worrying that he might think we are telling him something is WRONG and he would be worried or upset by it. And even worrying that he would not even give it a single thought too.
Tonight as he was getting into bed I asked him if he met with Mrs S. today. He said " yeah"
me: " what did you talk about?"
Malachi: " we read a book about a boy who had (something I can't understand)
me: " ..what? oxygen?"
Malachi: " no, not oxygen...like..inside your brain.."
me: " a boy who has AUTISM?"
Malachi: " YES"
me:" ohh yes. autism. what did you think about the story?"
Malachi: " it was good. I liked it"
me: " did you feel like the story was about you?"
malachi: " well, yes"
we went back and forth a little as he tried (rather sleepily) to ask me/ tell me that autism was a thing..
I felt he was a little confused and I re-explained that Autism is just a name for a certain way some people have of thinking/ learning.
" like you"
I said.
" how do you feel about that?"
Malachi: " good. fine"
he's very sleepy at this point so I just let the conversation wane and brushed the hair out of his eyes as he closed them and started to drift off to sleep.
and thus begins Chapter 4 .
PS I have since received this explanation from his teacher:
" We did read a book called "Taking Autism to School." It was about a boy named Sam who has Autism.
As ideas were presented about Sam that "matched" Malachi, I'd prompt and say something like, "Do you feel frustrated with loud noises?" He would answer "yes".
At the end, I said, "Malachi, do you think you're like Sam? "
Malachi answered, "Yes."
I said, "Do you think you have Autism?"
He answered, "Yes."
There wasn't any emotion with it, so I think the concept still might be a bit abstract for him yet. "
mostly because I see a lot more awareness on his part this year, much more growth, and I see him hitting a lot of walls. not understanding why he doesn't have friendships the way other kids do..not sure why he can't stop thinking about the same thing(s) over and over.. but I wasn't sure exactly how to go about this process either.
thankfully at just the right moment a special ed teacher came into Malachi's life and asked if she could meet with him weekly to prepare him for the information and also to help him cope with it.
in talking with her i found that her philosophy was very similar to mine and her approach was just an extension of what I have already been telling all our kids, which is that we are all different. We all have our strengths , we are all unique and not one of us is like the other nor are we intended to be, and that we should love everyone . I have also talked about how different people learn in different ways, some people learn well by seeing pictures, others by listening...some of us like being around lots of people, some like to be alone or just with one person at a time. ..
I was thankful to hear the teacher tell me that her goal was to emphasize what Malachi is good at, where his strengths are, and give him ways to cope with the things that come harder. But that over all we wanted to present it to him in a way that was to say this is a learning style, this is something unique about some people and they happened to give that special way of thinking/learning a name. Autism.
we also felt that it made sense to have him "learn" about this in a school setting where he is open to learning new concepts and it was a natural step in the social curriculum he's been doing.
Today I had a meeting at school first thing this morning regarding general progress for malachi at school. This specific teacher was there and I asked her- as I always do- if she had used the " A" word yet. she said she had brought it up last week , but not specifically about Malachi, and was planning to talk about it today.
it has weighed on me heavily all day. feelings of guilt that someone else would be presenting this information. worrying that he might think we are telling him something is WRONG and he would be worried or upset by it. And even worrying that he would not even give it a single thought too.
Tonight as he was getting into bed I asked him if he met with Mrs S. today. He said " yeah"
me: " what did you talk about?"
Malachi: " we read a book about a boy who had (something I can't understand)
me: " ..what? oxygen?"
Malachi: " no, not oxygen...like..inside your brain.."
me: " a boy who has AUTISM?"
Malachi: " YES"
me:" ohh yes. autism. what did you think about the story?"
Malachi: " it was good. I liked it"
me: " did you feel like the story was about you?"
malachi: " well, yes"
we went back and forth a little as he tried (rather sleepily) to ask me/ tell me that autism was a thing..
I felt he was a little confused and I re-explained that Autism is just a name for a certain way some people have of thinking/ learning.
" like you"
I said.
" how do you feel about that?"
Malachi: " good. fine"
he's very sleepy at this point so I just let the conversation wane and brushed the hair out of his eyes as he closed them and started to drift off to sleep.
and thus begins Chapter 4 .
PS I have since received this explanation from his teacher:
" We did read a book called "Taking Autism to School." It was about a boy named Sam who has Autism.
As ideas were presented about Sam that "matched" Malachi, I'd prompt and say something like, "Do you feel frustrated with loud noises?" He would answer "yes".
At the end, I said, "Malachi, do you think you're like Sam? "
Malachi answered, "Yes."
I said, "Do you think you have Autism?"
He answered, "Yes."
There wasn't any emotion with it, so I think the concept still might be a bit abstract for him yet. "
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