This blog was initially set up as a means of communicating with my son's team. Since then, I've heard from other parents with similar stories. If you are living with challenges or journeying alongside someone who is, you are not alone. There are many of us. I'm a single adoptive Mom (http://richesofsimplicity.blogspot.com/) of a young man who lives with many abilities and many diagnoses. We have journeyed together through many challenges and a few adventures over the years as my son has tried to find space in this world that makes him feel more comfortable, an attempt made especially difficult when living with Attachment Disorder, PDD-NOS (Autism), Developmental Coordination Disorder, ADHD, prenatal substance exposure, etc. Some of the strongest elements used in this journey have been music, visual arts, therapeutic parenting, team-connection, boundary-setting, boundary-setting, boundary-setting, communication skills, community-building, continual lifeskills training, and elements of Theraplay. (Click here for some written resources.) On this journey, there is laughter and tears and growth and hope. The greatest of these is hope.

Monday, September 6, 2010

When Will I Learn

Well, today had quite a turn-around.

I found a sugar carton, a marshmellow bag, and a bread bag in my son's room. They were all empty.

I'd heard a "wrapper-ish" sound when my son walked past his bedroom and opened his door, and he hadn't had time to hide the bread bag before I did a room-check. A boot belonging to my oldest daughter was tucked between the dresser and the wall - an odd place for a boot. Inside the boot was the empty sugar carton which was on top of the empty marshmellow bag.

As usual, I haven't done room-checks the past few days because there hadn't been anything in my son's room during room-checks for quite a few days prior. And as usual, once I slacked off on the room checks, my son was lacking those external boundaries that were helping him make good, safe choices for himself.

So my son has ingested all that sugar, yet I'm the one with the headache. Funny how that works.

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