November 2013
My son Pearson says the most interesting, darnedest things. Last
night he was night waking because he said he had a dream that he turned into
his "green-oh" monster character that he made up years ago.
The green oh monster is apparently a little green gremlin with
horns and pointy ears that says "Ah-Ya!" in a high pitched voice,
apparently...cross between Mike from monsters' Inc. and Stitch from Lilo and
Stitch. Poor guy; he was super scared because he'd had a dream he had
"turned into the green-oh monster."
So I let him sleep with me. He kept asking me "Mom I don't
know why I dreamed of the green-oh monster so many days now, ummm can you look
up on your computer-why kids' dream about turning into the green-oh
monster?" with his funny little tone. Hah, he knows I'm an info-Google-er
all too well, so he went straight to that notion.
Then he said, "I need to stop my imagination from growing
so much it's getting too big! How do I stop my imagination from growing mom?? Can
I take an organic natural medicine that is not GMO?" He always calls me a
"natural mom" with the word "natural" in an italicized
tone. What he means is, that I am pure and true about my beliefs as well as
make a staunch effort to be conscious about the food that goes into our bodies.
Pearson has good taste in healthy food, and he's very open-minded.
He's unique that way, as a lot of kids on the spectrum are quite picky. In
fact, my younger son Elliot, is incredibly picky. Elliot's amazing and
wonderful in his own way too, but very different to his brother. I'm like both
my sons, in different ways. I remember being a bit picky, but also open-mindedly
curious and liking things dense in nutrients. Pearson is even more adventurous
than I was!
This kid is so amusing, I should get him doing videos, but I’m
not sure if he’s ready. He always asks me, sometimes I let him but they've been
for fun mostly; he has a hard time following his own script, but he's getting
better and clearer as he gets older. He is very creative and artistic,
and he has a passion for building. He loves Lego, and makes his own models. So
he's very logically creative. He loves to learn, but has profound differences
in his learning. He's very very bright, although he has the challenged of
classic autism and cannot articulate to the degree which he actually does
understand.
Man is this kid ever unique, and I can't wait for the world to
meet him. He wants to make a "Lego Museum" he says. His dream is
to go to Lego Land. I hope my work can make it happen for him. I'm serious
about being an author and selling books. I want to give Pearson and his brother
so many things that they deserve, most of which I cannot as of now. It pains me
greatly, so I keep working despite my own barriers.
The other day in Wal-Mart he was like "Look, it's Charmin
Ultra-Soft!". He recited the whole commercial, including something about
"so soft you can squeeze it." Then, he said "well can we buy
Charmin Ultra Soft so I can squeeze it too (like the bear does) because that
would help me be calm." I said to him "Pearson, we don't need
to buy Charmin Ultra Soft to do that, there are lots of things you can do that
at home with" then he laughed in an animated way and said "Ooooh, of
course; you're right mom!"
Oh Pearson, my funny little bumble...
I can't wait to be more involved in his schooling next year.
He's been having a hard time in the school system, and I fear it might only get
worse. He’s becoming increasingly socially frustrated with this differences in
communication, and he can’t express it. He’s dealing with attentional stuff. I
don’t want to put him on meds, and I can’t. We’ll take him to the herbal
college.
It's been fairly agonizing, though we're finding ways to get
through it. However, as I keep this blog positive, I remember what a special
gift my Pearson has been to me and to the world. Pearson is incredibly unique,
and I think he’ll do something big one day. If it weren't for Pearson, I would
have never realized I'm autistic and been able to reclaim my own life in the
process. Pearson has taught me so much. I know he's going places if he can get
the right help, and I'll make sure that he does. Pearson needs me, and I'm here
for him. The same goes for Elliot too, and that’s an
entirely different story…he’s an entirely different kid from his brother.
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