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Lucky 13

Do you see these kids?  17 years ago, they were going to their first high school dance together.  He’s a junior.  She’s a sophomore.  (I’ll let you in on a little secret…she didn’t really like him yet…)

See them now?  This was the next summer, 2002.  They’re “official.”  I’d say they’re in love here…and young, oh my goodness, look how young…16 and 18, I believe.

2002: They’re at their first band camp together (auxiliary and field commander camp, really).  All the girls from the other schools really liked that cute field commander….but he was taken. 😉

Trip to Niagara Falls with her family…and this big snake:

Fall, 2002: His senior year as field commander, her junior year in the flag/rifle corps.  

Also the same year, Halloween.  Mark Antony and Cleopatra.  Because all the cool kids do “famous couples from history” for Halloween.

Spring Break of his Senior (2003), they’re in the Bahamas together on a band trip:

His senior prom….and the $500 dress she just had to have…oh, to be that skinny again!  I should lose weight and try to fit into it again, just for posterity’s sake…

Now it’s time for her senior prom, 2004….and the Cinderella dress:

2005: Oh, look!  Cinderella married her Prince Charming!  19 and 21 years old:

A few pictures from their college years:
Marshall Football game

Spending their five-year wedding anniversary in Scotland…definitely a trip we should take again: 
                                                           Castle Campbell, in Dollar

Loch Ness

  The Highlands

They went to Outer Banks once….(really wishing we would have taken more trips in the early years of marriage, but college and work called…)

Oh, what’s this?!  They’re having a baby?!  Second pregnancy….they were hopeful and scared all at the same time.  A lot had happened in the previous year – they thought they would never get to take a picture like this:

That baby has a name:  Finley David.  They had no idea how amazing that little guy was going to be!
He is here!  The heir had arrived, and the next adventure began:  parenthood!!

Oh my goodness?!  What?! Surprise, another baby!  Colin Samuel was on his way!

And the spare to the heir arrived!  Colin Samuel, so much more than a “spare!”

Remember when they became farmers?  
And we can’t forget these fun memories:

We have been on a lot of adventures – from dating, to marriage, to parenthood.  From home, to college, to our first house, to our forever home.  From Niagara Falls, to Scotland, to Disney.  I’m excited for what’s next!
17 years ago, those two kids had their whole life ahead of them.  They had no idea the adventures that awaited them!  
Thirteen years ago, that 19 year old year girl sure thought she had it all figured out….but God had his own plans on His timetable.  
I’m so glad that you’re stuck with me!  
Happy Lucky 13th Anniversary, Curty!

(Also, let’s all just stop and take notice of the evolution of my hair – short,long, straight, curly, light, dark – it’s been everything!)
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Faith, Hope, Love

My son, Colin, received his Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) diagnosis at the age of three and half.  Three and half isn’t a terribly late age to get an autism diagnosis, but it isn’t early, either.  You might wonder, “As a speech language pathologist, why did you wait so long to get a diagnosis?”
Hope.  I waited because of hope.
I hoped he was just delayed. 
I hoped he would talk soon.
I hoped the right therapies would rid him of his sensory processing problems.
I hoped that, with diligent work at home combined with therapy, he would make progress.  That progress would make the “autism-like” symptoms disappear. 
I hoped that it wasn’t autism. 
You see, I saw the red flags.  I knew his communication skills weren’t age appropriate.  I knew he didn’t play like my older son.  He had belly issues and didn’t sleep well.  I knew there was something. 

For a while, I didn’t know what that “something” was, it was just a difference of some sort.  I clung to all of this positives with everything in me, just hoping it wasn’t my greatest fear: autism.
By the time we took him for the official diagnosis, I knew.  Going to the psychologist was just a formality that we needed to do in order to get him the services that he needed.  My baby had autism…
…and you know what? 

His autism diagnosis wasn’t the end of the world like I thought it would be. 

Five years into this parenting thing, (and just nine official months as an autism mom), I don’t know what I was so afraid of.  I have two wonderful, beautiful, smart little boys.  One just happens to have autism.
Yes, my son has autism, but he is amazing. 
Yes, things are sometimes more difficult. 
Yes, our lives look a little different than I had planned years ago.
Yes, he has to work so hard to make it in this neurotypical world, but as his family, we are right here every step of the way. 

He is different, but not an ounce less. 


Do you want to know something else?
I still have hope, but not just that, I have faith.
I have faith that he will continue to make progress.
I have faith that our family can make the most out of this autism journey that lies before us.
I have faith that he will have the happiest life. 
Your child’s autism diagnosis might be the end of the dream you had for your family’s life, but it also the beginning of a new journey. 
Have faith.
Don’t give up hope.
Love. 

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Excuse me while I brag…

This is my blog, so if I want to brag a little, that’s allowed…

Right?

Because I’m doing it.

My son is AWESOME. 

I’m just so, so proud of the progress Colin is making.  I could have only hoped six months ago that he would be where he is today.  He has just blown my mind in the last few months.

Now, to my story for today:

They are building a new playground at his school (ABA center).  It is a tree house with a big ramp up to the deck.  You can see it from the door…

He went to the outside door and used his device to say, “water.”

His RBT (Registered Behavior Technician) said, “No, no water play today.”

He goes back to his device and says, “car ramp.”

She says, “Yeah, Bud – your car ramp toy is in your room.”

He keeps saying “car ramp” to which she keeps telling him that the car ramp is in his room and he can play with it later.

He goes to his device and says, “outside car ramp.”

DO YOU SEE WHAT HE DID THERE?!?!

He was talking about the ramp on the tree house!!

I mean, that is language use at its finest!!  His device only has certain things on it right now (favorite toys, foods, a few places, actions,etc.) and he was able to combine those few things into a phrase that communicated what he wanted to say.

So, so smart.  He’s not just a pretty face, people.

And just look at this navigation process he had to go through:

Then today, the boys had well visit checks.  We went out to eat afterwards.  I am always terrified to take the boys out to eat by myself.  Will he sit?  Will he run?  How is this going to go?

It went smashingly.  (We don’t really use that word in my neck of the woods, but I propose that we start.  It’s a fantastic word.)

Both boys waited nicely with me while I ordered.  They chose a seat while I got drinks.  They sat and ate.  We sat for 30 whole minutes.  A manager came over and asked how things were going.  She asked the boys what they did to earn a cookie.  I said because they had been good at the doctor earlier, but I should have said, “because we are actually eating IN a restaurant!  and sitting!  and smiling!  and enjoying a family meal away from home!

Little things are big things and deserve cookies!  (Too bad I’m on a low-carb diet…)

(For anyone interested, Colin uses an iPad with the Prentke Romich app LAMP Words for Life.  LAMP stands for Language Acquisition through Motor Planning.)

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You Aren’t Special

You’re probably reading this because you find yourself holding the title of “Special Needs Parent.”  I have some things that I would like to share with you.
FACT:  Parenting is hard.  
Let’s be honest, I have a hard time deciding what pants I want to wear each day…and I also have to dress my kids too?!  Some days, just getting them fed is a chore (I know you hear me, parent-of-a-picky-eater).  In hindsight, parenting a little version of myself is often much harder than I anticipated. 
Parenting in the day to day can be trying, but what about the big life decisions?  Medical, educational, financial, parenting through hard things (like bullies or explaining death to a preschooler)….you know, the BIG stuff.  
The way we parent will impact our children’s lives for the rest of theirs.  Wow.  That’s heavy (and potentially stressful) when you really think about it.  None of our children came to us with manuals or how-to books, so we are basically just winging it anyway, am I right?!
Now let’s add that title of “Special Needs Parent” into the mix:

FACT: Special needs parenting can be really, extra, super duper hard.
You, Friend, have been given a very special child.  There is no other child in the world who is just like yours.  As a parent to a child who has special needs, you might find yourself experiencing things and asking yourself questions that you never expected:
Will my child ever talk?
Will my child ever walk?
Will my child ever get better?
Will my child ever be potty trained?  
Where can I find diapers that are bigger than a size 6? (Because that is the biggest size sold in stores.)
Where will I change my 100 lb. child when we go out in public?
Will my child ever sleep through the night?
What education choices are best for my child?
Will we ever be able to leave our our house without meltdowns and stares?
Will we ever see progress beyond this point?  
Will my child ever make friends?
Will my child ever develop any kind of safety awareness?
Can we afford all of the equipment and supplies that my child needs?  
Where will the money come from?
Who can I trust to care for my nonverbal child?
Who will care for my child when I am unable to do so?
Those are often worries and stresses experienced by parents in the special needs community.  Just know that you are not alone in any of it.  
Such a special job and special child probably requires a special type of parent, right?
NOPE!
I bet you’d love to have a nickel for every time you’ve heard someone say,  “God only chooses special people to be special needs parents.  You are so strong.”  
Hearing those things might make you feel like you should be stronger and more capable.  It might even make you feel that God has singled you out for this (sometimes) difficult job.   I know that people mean well when they say these things, but I feel like it actually does a disservice…
…because you are not special.  You are not any stronger than any other parent in the world.  
(Okay, before I jump to conclusions, perhaps you are amazing,strong, brilliant and special.  The perfect parent in every way.  If this is you, then you can stop reading now, because this is for the “rest of us.”) 
You were just a regular person who became a parent.  Then, BOOM.  You were suddenly a “special needs parent.”  No prior training, no experience, no special super powers.  No hidden spidey sense, no wizard’s wand that helps you work magic.  So, you aren’t special or strong.  You are just a regular human being, trying to do the best you can at this parenting gig.  
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Special needs parenting is done everyday by regular parents who just love their child more than life.  
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I find comfort in that, knowing that I’m just like everyone else.  I have been given an extraordinary mission:  to parent a child with special needs.  I have been given a very important job, and I just need to rise to the occasion.  
I don’t think God looked at me and said, “Wow.  She’s so strong.  I’ll give her a child with special needs. ”  No, I think it went more like, “Wow.  I’m giving her a child with special needs.  This will make her stronger.”
And it has made me stronger.  It has also made me more understanding, more patient, more sympathetic, more laid-back, more diligent, and more determined.
I might not always know what I’m doing, but I’ll learn.  I don’t always know the answers, but I’ll take him to specialists who do have the answers.  I’ve learned that I cannot control everything, and that is okay.  God entrusted me with this very special person, and He is going to make sure that we’ve got everything we need.  My son is a precious gift from God, and I know that I am blessed to be his Mommy.  
I have never thought myself special, but I was given a very special son.  I’ll do what it takes to give him his best life, to be successful and to be happy.  I’ll sacrifice.  I’ll love him.  I’ll love him more than I love donuts…and I really love donuts.

For more encouraging words, check out my book, “Buy” One, then Get One “Free: Our Journey from Infertility to Autism.”  It can be purchased here.
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Does Holland even have Autism?!

I am sure you are familiar with Welcome to Holland. If you have not read it, look it up, and read it right now – you can find it here.  It is a beautiful (short) essay that compares having a typical child to having a child with specials needs.  Basically, the author says we all prepare to have babies.  This is like preparing for a trip to Italy.  It is exciting, there is so much to do when you get to your destination, and everyone you know is going there!
Then your child is born with special needs.  It is as if you boarded that plane headed to Italy, but it lands in Holland instead.  You are sad that you went to Holland.  This isn’t what you planned.  For the rest of your life, you’ll see others in Italy…but you went to Holland.  After some time there, you realize that Holland is very nice.  Maybe a little slower-paced than Italy, but it has tulips and windmills.  Holland is still a great place to be!
I first read Welcome to Holland while in college.  It really resonated with me, perhaps because I would, one day, find myself in Holland.  I have reread it many times since that day, and I still love it; however, I have found some “problems” with it. 
First of all, I don’t think that our lives are “slower paced.”  If anything, I feel like it is more hectic than average.  I saw a meme the other day that had me belly laughing because it was so accurate.  The top of the picture showed some relaxing gorillas.  They were wearing sunglasses as they leaned back in their lounge chairs.  You could tell that the two gorillas were quite relaxed and enjoying themsleves.  The caption read:  “Typical parents watching their kids at the park.”
The lower half of the picture showed a stressed-out monkey (here I’ll admit, I don’t know what kind of animal it is – but it looks like some type of monkey!  Don’t judge me!).  This one was standing, legs wide apart, eyes pried open, ready to run in either direction.  Her arms were extended, ready to grab a running or falling child.  Her facial expressions seemed pretty tense, even for an animal.  That caption read: “Autism parent watching their kids at the park.” 

At this point in my life, there is no “sitting back and watching the kids play.”  I am on that boy like Twix chocolate on my fingers after the boys go to bed.  (Because, like any other mom, I save the good snacks until after they go to bed!)  If he’s on the go, so am I.    I took him to the park the other day.  There were so many people there, that if I had not stayed right with him, I could have easily lost sight of him.  I am always ready to run, because he might take off running and does not always listen when I say “stop!”  I am most definitely not one of those relaxed gorillas at the park watching my kids!
You probably take your family to church on Wednesday nights.  Not us.  I take Finley while Curtis keeps Colin home.  It would be so much easier and slower-paced if we could all just go to church, take the boys to their classes, and we could help out where needed.  
Going to the salon to get a haircut? Bahahaha!  Haircuts only happen around here if Colin takes a nap and I can sneak it in without waking him!
The author also says that Holland isn’t as flashy as Italy.  Well, I feel like our house is pretty flashy.  We always have spinners, light up toys, light machines, noise machines, confetti, balloons, and streamers.  Maybe it’s just us and we like to party…
Reading Welcome to Holland as an autism mom makes me question, “Does Holland even have autism?!”  Well, now that I think of it, she said there are windmills.  Colin does love a good windmill…
Another thing that Welcome to Holland overlooks is this:  we never know where we will end up on this journey of parenthood.  Sure, we all hope and pray for “healthy” babies.  We all know, though, that this does not always happen.  We all know there is a chance that we will have a sick baby.  We may, Heaven forbid, lose a baby.  We could have a child with special needs.  We might have a very trying child who has difficult behaviors. 
Making the decision to become a parent is kind of like playing Russian Roulette.  You have no idea what is coming at you!  There is no “plan” set before you that outlines exactly where you are headed. You might want to go to Italy, but you also know that you might end up in Holland.  Or Amsterdam.  Or Argentina!
My “takeaway” from Welcome to Holland is this:  be happy wherever it is that you find yourself.  Make the most out of your journey.  Stop to smell the tulips and watch the windmills. 
We have a 10-feet windmill in our yard.  We chose the windmill as our symbol for our farm since it is windy where we live.  This windmill was my gift to my husband for Christmas this year.  The windmill gift was actually my mom’s idea, and I thought it was perfect!  The irony of this purchase was lost on me at the time!  After Christmas, I was rereading Welcome to Holland, and had a light bulb moment:
Not only will this windmill represent Windy Acres farm, but it will also represent our own little Holland.  Visitors to our home will get to see just how great Holland can be…you just have to see it for yourself!  Holland is a little different, but it’s still a wonderful place.  
“Welcome to our Holland.”




(You have know idea how much sweating, running, and bribing was happening for this photo!  I think it captures well our lives here on the farm!)

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Communication

The questions I get most often are about Colin’s communication device.  I talk about it a lot in my book, but wanted to share the specifics here too.

The device  itself is an iPad….I know, I know, I’m not an Apple person.  We are an Android family….I don’t even know how to use our Mac computer in the office…but the app he needs is for iPad, so we have an iPad.  The sacrifices we make for our children, right?!  I kid, I kid…I don’t really care about it, but some people are very much aligned with Mac or PC and have strong opinions either way, lol!

I’ll skip the whole AAC educational lesson because I can’t actually share parts of my book for legal agreement reasons (you can find my book here).  I’ll just tell you about how Colin uses his device.

He uses Prentke Romich’s LAMP Words for Life.  LAMP stands for “Language Acquisition through Motor Planning.”  You can read about it here, it’s pretty cool!

I got this from PRC’s website:

 “The UnityÂŽ language system is the most established AAC language system in the industry. It’s used by tens of thousands of people using AAC and has been translated into more than a dozen languages.”  

I’ll share an example of how it works:

We have this set on Colin’s specific vocabulary right now.  It has things he uses everyday, preferred toys, foods, places, etc.  

It starts on the main screen:



Let’s say he wants to eat a Popsicle, he goes to the EAT category:



Popsicles are found under the SNACK category:



And when he presses the “Popsicle” picture, the device will say it!  





This is where the LAMP app is special.  He is learning through motor planning.  He has learned exactly where the icons are, and his brain has created a memory of that.  Popsicle will never move on that device, even after you add all of the vocabulary in the world.    This makes it easier for him to learn to use new vocabulary every day.  Sometimes, if the iPad lags, Colin is actually faster than it is!  He will hit the first button and immediately move his finger to the next spot before that screen even pops up.  Mr. Smarty Pants, that boy of mine. 

This software has the capabilities to grow with him too (think Stephen Hawking’s device that he used).

He knows his way around the device like I know my way around an all-you-can-eat buffet.  Whenever he wants something, he grabs his device and tells us.  And, oh!  How I wish I could capture his face when he tells us what he wants.  He turns and looks at me with the biggest smile you have ever seen, and his eye just twinkle.  He is so proud of himself, but I also think he feels relief.  I am so thankful for technology!

You see, Colin is so smart.  He has always known what he wanted, but just couldn’t tell us.  I can only imagine what relief he feels to FINALLY be able to tell us what he wants in a way that we can understand him.  

Communication – it’s a powerful thing!

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Preschool Graduate

Last night was Finley’s preschool graduation!  He was so excited, and kept talking about it being “his night.”

Curtis begrudgingly said, “Are they going to play Pomp and Circumstance?”  (I think he doesn’t understand that preschool graduation is just as big of a deal as high school graduation…come on, Daddy!)

Finley says, “Yeah, we are gonna have pop!”  😄😄

When we got there, Colin had a meltdown.  We aren’t exactly sure why, but assume it was a combination of things:  balloons that scared him, lots of background noise, tons of people, a really hot room, we didn’t park in our regular spot – he just wanted out of there.  Colin has made so much progress, and nothing like this has happened in a very, very long time.  I feel like we have gotten his sensory processing disorder “handled” – meaning we usually know what to do to help him through things OR we know what situations we need to avoid.  So this was kind of a surprise.

He walked us out to the car and saying, “Help me, help me.”  He was shaking and crying.  Just so overwhelmed.  We stuck it out, and he calmed down and watched the graduation and even enjoyed some of the kids’ songs.  Then they pulled out the string popper things….but I digress.

For the most part, everyone there knew Colin and understood what was going on.  One woman I didn’t know kept looking at us.  Every time I scanned the room, she was looking at us…but I’m choosing to ignore that.  This time last year, I would have immediately removed Colin from the situation to help calm him down (and to avoid any looks).  I am proud of myself for sticking it out last night…and I didn’t even break a sweat!  Go me!!

I had told my sister-in-law beforehand that things like this make me nervous because I never know how it is going to go, I wonder how others will watch/judge, etc.  She said, “You just have to ignore other people, it doesn’t matter what they think.”  While I know that she is right, that is sometimes hard for this people-pleaser.  Surprisingly, I am getting much better at it though!

I cannot let the hard things get me down, and I cannot let them define the moment.  


This was Finley’s night, after all.

Instead, I am going to focus on the positives:

Finley graduated!  It was his night!  He sang his songs, accepted his diploma, and posed for every picture this mean ol’ mom asked him to pose for.  He has learned so much this year.  He has made some great little friends too.  He has had fun and matured so much!  I am so proud of him and happy for him!

At the beginning when Colin got upset, I took him into the bathroom because I knew it was quiet.  On two separate occasions, he got overwhelmed again.  Do you know what he did?  He removed himself from the situation and walked to the bathroom until he calmed down.   The fact that he knew that he needed to leave that room and seek a quiet place is awesome!  Self regulation! #win  I am so proud of him for making it through something that wasn’t easy for him.  He’s doing so well. 

I feel like I handled the situation much more calmly than I would have just a few months ago.  Personal growth, and all that jazz….

A friend (and another autism mom) came to check on us twice.  Thank you, Friend.

My family was there to help calm Colin and cheer on Finley.  💙

We made it through and now have a boy headed to Kindergarten!!

I know that he will fill that robe all too soon when he graduates from high school. 
Feeling overwhelmed, but still wanting to join in the fun. 

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Story featured!

The Mighty has added me as a contributor!  Here is my first story: 

https://themighty.com/2018/06/how-autism-impacts-siblings/