Autism Watch: 2007

What a Coincidence!

Posted on: August 7, 2009

To me, it’s always such a remarkable coincidence that when my son shows up on the front yard of any of the kids in the neighborhood, they suddenly have to go inside for dinner…go clean their room…go dig up the bodies in the backyard. Okay, so that last one was an embellishment but you get my drift.

Note to parents who don’t want their little preciouses to learn compassion and how to play with someone different: come up with some new reasons. Open your child’s mind as well as your own. Bigotry comes in all shapes and sizes, and you’re perpetuating it.

Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest — within five minutes of yet another miraculous Emptying of the Neighborhood — I feel better, and I can go on with my excitement over another great day of being with BB. I worked a half-day — Fridays are frequently half-days during the summer where I work, yayyyy! – and then we hit up the local Brunswick alley, where I must have seemed like the biggest ignoramoose ever seen. How much is a game? Oh, per person? Shoes cost too? How do I reset the pins? Bumper guards, yeah, can we have them, too? Do we each throw the ball twice per turn, or do we go back and forth? Yes, I am a Bowling Virgin. But, thanks to wonderful lane-neighbors (who are nicer than some of my real neighbors, ha) we muddled through set-up and played three games. We also experienced bowling alley pizza and then finished up with a rowsing game of air hockey.

BB at the Bowling Alley

BB at the Bowling Alley

It was a blast! $27 poorer, we left to make a quick trip to Trader Joe’s (had to get some wine for our Mexican food-themed Nascar race party on Sunday) and then to the post office to mail a friend something. He did great on both errands! Well, great may be an exaggeration, but he didn’t get mad, and that works. He’d never been to the post office before, and he really doesn’t care if he never goes again. (One guy in front of us hadn’t been around for delivery and took quite a while to complain about it..over and over despite a long line of waiting people.) But, still, he did it, I got all my errands completed, and we came home where he could decompress while I caught up on stuff, checked in at work, and made crabcakes (homemade) for dinner. In another 1.5 hours, we’re off (or maybe just me — I’ve been bribed with a Roadhouse Tea) to pick up dh from the airport. He gets to help me further plan Sunday’s party, though he can’t attend. But, it was his idea, so he’s not off the hook that easy.

Enjoy your weekend, and if you’re hiding your child in your house until mine goes away, shame on you. He’s autistic, not stupid.

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