I took my sons to my favorite coffee shop today, the Starlight Cafe. I had to meet someone next door to it, and the cafe is very kid-friendly (thank you Carri!), so I thought it would be fun to pop in and chill for a while with some juice and cookies.
I knew Ethan was tired. [...]
Tags: aggressive children, Autism, Motherhood, Othello, parenting
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Dec 15, 2008 in
Autism,
Motherhood
My sixteen month old baby B has started babbling!
Doesn’t sound much like news, does it? But he goes around laughing and talking all the time, and even repeats back to me the words I say to him. While looking me in the eye.
My four year old E never did these things. At some point, his [...]
Tags: attachment parenting, Autism, autism spectrum disorder, children, high needs, language development, Motherhood, parenting, special needs
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Nov 20, 2008 in
Autism,
Motherhood
My babies are curled into me, in that space between chin and thigh that forms when I lie down. We are a comma, a parenthesis at the end of a very long day. I have yelled and grabbed and stomped and slammed, and the day is not quite over. Now we just have to settle [...]
Tags: aggression, Autism, challenging children, children, Motherhood, special needs
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Oct 29, 2008 in
Autism,
Motherhood
“Artistic? He’s artistic? Well, I guess he gets that from you.”
“No, Mom. I said autistic – they told us he’s autistic. And he has ADHD, but I guess we already knew that.”
“Oh. What, because he has tantrums? He’ll grow out of it, you’ll see. Your brother was like that, he would hold his breath until [...]
Tags: add, adhd, asperger's, Autism, autism spectrum disorder, children, high needs, Motherhood, obsessive, parenting, special needs, spirited, tantrums, temper tantrums
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Aug 25, 2008 in
Autism,
Poetry
I don’t feel poetic tonight
I feel sweaty, sticky, raw from a loud and violent day
with my four-year-old.
Atop the china cabinet is our armory:
Golf clubs, a toy fishing pole, a plastic shovel, a piece of wood splintered from a door jamb.
A plastic sword, a paddle covered with suction cups for catching the rubber ball, a bag [...]
Tags: anger, Autism, children, family, Motherhood, Poetry