Monday, April 27, 2015

Meltdown Monday

I take this moment as it is quiet right, for how long I do not know, two sleeping, one at school for another forty five minutes and one playing right next to me, well its Monday! What today usually called Man Crush Monday...well I have a new one, Meltdown Monday! So far between a six year old, a two and half year old, a two year old and thirteen month old; meltdowns are going into the fifties. No Exaggerating Here!!! Already a Therapist and a Teacher have been here for a total of five hours but meltdowns keep a coming. As quick as one stops the next one starts or better yet their all having one together. When this seems to happen, I say a Full Moon is coming and usually I am right. I wish I could be inside their little brains, eyes, ears or bodies to think, see, hear or feel what they are experiencing. To somehow take away their "upset". For now, all I can do is comfort, remind to use their smeller, (yes this works, oxygen is great for calming). Believe me, I redirect to the funniest and weirdest things to get them to breathe and for a moment be calm. Bubbles are our best friend at times like these. Sometimes I feel I am blowing bubbles forever but really all I want to do is take way the anger, fear, to figure out the I don't knows, work through the crying, the screaming, figure out what each one wants when they do not speak, really striving for a sliver of a smile, a low giggle but honestly I just want them to feel safe and loved no matter what state they are in.

While our home is in a bit of disarray today, I came across this morning a post....Enough With, "I Don't Want Them Labeled" I read this article a couple of times and read many of the comments. Honestly, this article hits home. I found myself in this position two years ago, my six year had a label; a diagnosis of Autism but was denied services through our local regional center, then the fight began to find services and what was the right services. Finally after many many hours, dealing with insurance, meetings, more assessments and telephone calls, awesome services were received. In those moments I found myself saying I do not care what diagnosis or what label he was given, he could have ten for that matter, all I know he needs services for his sake and ours. Having a diagnosis was not the end of the world, but living in a world where doctors are quick to prescribed medication and/or diagnosis, I believe fear sets in of the unknown. I had to remember to breathe and take every minute by minute, I was my sons voice and he needed me. Now fast forward two years later, we have three more needing services. Still remembering to breathe and remembering how tough it is as people are quick to label when children or that matter anyone does not fit in their "box" of normal. Really what is normal, is anyone normal? We all have our own quirks and I love every one of my children's, my husbands and mine quirks. Our quirks are what make us who we are, good or bad. 

To All You Parents, whether you have your own biological, guardianship, foster and/or adopted...YOUR AWESOME! There is no greater joy "when we choose to be parents, we accept another human being as part of ourselves, and a large part of our emotional selves will stay with that person as long as we live. From that time on, there will be another person on this earth whose orbit around us will affect us as surely as the moon affects the tides, and affect us in some ways more deeply than anyone else can. Our children are extensions of ourselves". -Fred Rogers GOD BLESS

Until Next Time....Make it A Great Day!

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