Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Cloning Aaron?!

Aaron has been in a good mood for the past few days, and that's always a blessing.  While in a pleasant mood, Aaron likes to talk.  I mean, we know that Aaron always likes to talk.........but these happy moods promote lots of talking.  I mean, LOTS of talking.

The other morning, he and I were on our way to meet his group.  I had told him that if we could leave early, we would stop by the store on our way and let him pick up a drink and some Pringles.  This promise only promoted Aaron's happiness, which in turn pepped up his talking.  And with Aaron's powers of observation, he finds many topics on which to expound.  In other words, I was in store for a verbal marathon.........talking........LOTS of talking.

He had already been in and out of my room all morning, going on and on about the usual.......his latest movie of the upside down ship and can ships really go upside down and what would happen if they do........about aliens and his Star Wars game and why he can't have the Alien game that he's seen at Wal-Mart and what's wrong with guts and gore anyway............about cloning and can humans be cloned.......and about Jackson and why can't he have some of those peanuts or whatever else Aaron is eating and why is Jackson downstairs instead of upstairs........and I said that maybe Jackson wanted some peace and quiet as I almost told Aaron that I wanted some peace and quiet, too..........but I didn't.

There was much more than that, but you get the idea.  We piled in the van for our short drive to meet Aaron's day group via Dillon's to pick up his drink and his Pringles.  Of course, Aaron immediately noticed the tiny lady bug on the windshield of the van.  "Mom!  Have you heard the legend that if you count a lady bug's spots then that tells you how old they are?"  Why is everything a legend with Aaron?  Anyway, we discussed this particular legend as we headed to Dillon's, with me trying to balance listening to the CD Aaron had turned on along with this unending lady bug spots discussion.  I finally gave Aaron the standard it!  And Aaron said he did and I don't believe him.

We pulled into the Dillon's parking lot, where we parked in a spot where a woman was unloading her groceries right beside us.  Aaron carefully followed my reminder to be careful as he opened his door, and then profusely apologized to the woman as she smiled and nodded her head......and listened to Aaron repeat his apology as he scurried after me into the store.  He happily chose his grape Gatorade and then barreled ahead to his now familiar chip and snack aisle.  His talking had lessened now because he was focused on the task at hand.......which was to beat Mom to the chip and snack aisle.  As we rounded the corner and began walking up the aisle, I laughed quietly as I watched Aaron pump up his stride.  We were in our own little make-it-to-the-finish line  rush as he tried to beat me to the goal........the Pringles!...........where he hoped to scoop as many canisters of Pringles into his arms before Mom got there to stop him!  He was reaching for his third can of Pringles when I stopped him at two, and he decided that two was better than none and he compliantly agreed. 

As we headed for the self check-out lane, I reminded Aaron to be careful of the little child that was nearby and of the other shoppers and of the displays.........because Aaron was only thinking of the Pringles and the Gatorade and paying for them and leaving the store.  These hindrances in his way were not important to him.  And he was thinking of white cheese.  He had seen the white cheese Cheez-Its and asked me if I liked them. 

As I was trying to pay for his items, he was still talking about white cheese.   On and on he went as I tried to concentrate on what was important at that moment......and white cheese was not on my important list.  My important list involved reminding Aaron to stand right beside me and not wander off, where I knew I would find him punching the buttons at the empty self check-out register.......or punching buttons at the ATM machine nearby.........or sitting in an empty chair at the Starbucks area, staring at the worker there as she asked him what he wanted and rubbing his hands together in glee as he would say, "I don't want anything!  I'm just waiting on Mom!"    I gave Aaron the job of bagging his items after I scanned them.  He continued with white cheese.  Mom, what is white cheese?  Have I had white cheese?  Do you like white cheese?  Aaron, bag the groceries.  Aaron, turn around.  Mom, why do they make white cheese?  I don't know if I like white cheese.  Aaron, don't remove the bags until I've paid.  Aaron, put the bag back down.  Mom, can we get some white cheese?  I thought cheese was that yellow color.  Aaron, now you can pick up the bags.  Aaron, you can carry the bags.  Mom, when did you say that I had white cheese? 

I think I heard that last comment from a distance as I beat him to the van.  I had three seconds of quiet while he walked around and opened his door.  I turned up the music a couple notches, but Aaron was not to be deterred.  He had spied the karate business nearby, and so he quickly forgot all about white cheese as he excitedly talked about karate........and breaking bricks......and who does that.......and would I like to break bricks......and why not.  He talked about the old truck that was used as a display inside Dillon's.......why was it used......where did it come from.....did I like it.  And the jogging mom that we passed........and the stroller she pushed........and the baby in the stroller.........and why did she push the baby. 

He saw the smoker in the man's yard that we always pass.......and what was that chimney called?..........and why do people want a smoker.  He segued beautifully to the bent house that we pass.........and who lives there......and what does it look like inside.....and would I like to see the inside.  Then there was the tent that had been set up in a parking lot......and why was the tent there.......and what would be in the tent.  He talked about Andrea's birthday coming up......and our trip to Texas........and that he is staying home with Krysten.  
Then he saw more old cars in a driveway.......which led back to the old truck at Dillon's.....and I felt that we had certainly come full circle as we pulled up to meet his ride. 

My ears took awhile to get rested after that morning full of Aaron's very happy, and very prolonged, chatter.  Then last night, just before he finally closed his bedroom door for the last time (I hoped), he remembered something important that he had wanted to tell me. 

"Mom? I was talking to Barb today about cloning humans.  She asked me what if there were two of me?"
Even the thought of that made my knees weak.

Aaron continued.  "I said if there were two of me at home, my Mom would really lose her nerve." 

He laughed at his funny joke, and I laughed at his funny joke as I agreed with him.  Yes, Aaron, I would completely lose my nerve if there were two of you!  I didn't tell him that my sanity would be lost as well, no doubt.

Yes, one of Aaron is enough...........more than enough.  And on most nights as I lay my head on my pillow and rest my weary ears, I am thankful for our one Aaron.

Our one and ONLY Aaron!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Lessons From the Little Salvia

In my front flower bed that runs along our sidewalk, I have two Purple Salvia plants that have grown there for several years.  Being perennials, they return every year to please us with their pretty purple flowers.  However, I have noticed for a couple years that they are quite different from one another in their size.  The one on the left of the bush that separates them is large and full.  The salvia on the right is much smaller. 

This spring I watched them and saw that the same thing was happening.  In fact, I wasn't sure for awhile that the salvia on the right was even going to make its appearance.  One day, though, I saw little green salvia shoots that were pushing through the soil and the faded mulch.  It seemed to take forever for any significant growth to emerge.  Yet there it came, slowly pushing upward from the soil. 

I watched the process continue.  The poor little salvia was faithfully staying alive, but its sluggish growth could not be compared to the rapid, beautiful growth of its fellow salvia.  The small salvia was just no comparison to its large companion.  Seeing them nearly side by side, only separated by a small bush, only exaggerated their differences.  The one salvia was full and healthy, exhibiting such pretty blooms that attracted bees and our attention alike.  The other..........well, it was so puny and small that I stood one day staring down at it in pity.........pondering whether I should just pull up the pathetic thing and plant a whole new salvia there. 

But something stopped me from replacing the struggling little flower with a new one.  I saw that even though the growth was stunted, it was at least still growing.  This slight salvia was persistent, not how could I give up and just yank it from the ground and replace it with one that I deemed more beautiful?  And as the days progressed, so did this meager salvia continue to grow.  Then one day I saw them......the petite beginnings of blooms!  Not only was my tiny salvia living, but now it showed the promise of flowering.  Sure enough, it did just that.  One morning I walked over to my little plant and found pretty purple blooms.  How exciting! 

Oh, if I stepped back and compared the two plants to one another, the left salvia was still far more lovely..........all showy and bright.  It was indeed an eye-catcher, whereas the right salvia was puny and unimpressive.  Yet it was the lesser of the two plants that taught me the most.  I realize that the ups and downs of my life.....and probably yours as well......can often be compared to that small little salvia.

Sometimes we are that salvia on the left..........full of life and vitality in every area.  We are effective and bright, useful in the lives of many people as we see the evidence of our gifts being used. But then comes a time when we find our effectiveness seemingly dwindled down to a bare minimum.  For whatever the reason, we see ourselves and our service being replaced by others who shine brighter now.  We have become that salvia on the right........smaller and struggling......yet not without hope, because there is still life!

So do you feel rather small today?  Do you feel stuck in the corner or put on the back burner, while nearby there are those who are full of usefulness and beauty?  It's OK!  God loves small!  He brings us to these lesser times in our lives in order to teach us some very valuable lessons. 

Moses went from the palace to the desert; Daniel went from royalty to the lion's den; David went from the king's side to hiding in a dark cave; Job went from wealth to a time of unimaginable loss; Paul went from prestige to prison.  And the most important example is Jesus Himself.  Jesus did not think that his position as the Son of God was something to be grasped, so He took upon Himself the form of a servant (Philippians 2:5-8). 

Jesus......the Son of God.......royalty indeed......was born to a little virgin girl from the dismal town of Nazareth.  Jesus......born in a dirty cave with animals all around and a trough for a bed.  Jesus........taken by Joseph and Mary to live in Egypt for several years of anonymity.  Jesus......then raised back in Nazareth, that town of no reputation.  Jesus.......a humble carpenter by trade.  He walked the dusty roads and ministered to the least of these, not garnering a huge and faithful following.......but faithfully following the call of His Father.  And He willingly suffered the most humiliating death of all........the death that even Roman criminals were not made to endure...........the cross.  A death so awful that it was performed outside the city.  Jesus.......taking upon Himself our sin and being forsaken by God as he suffered our punishment.  And then He walked out of that tomb, alive and victorious!

Jesus humbled Himself, and so He often asks us, in our walk with Him, to be humbled.  There are so many lessons to be learned during the time of smallness in our lives.  It is often a prolonged time as God speaks to us and teaches us the particular things that He has ordered just for us.  Yet what a time of growth it can be, if we don't become impatient at the slowness of our progress.  Just wait, and one day you will see a bloom.......a flower........the promise of usefulness still ahead.  Don't compare yourself to the others who seem to be so much more beautiful and useful than you.  Thrive in the place where God has put you, and bloom in the way that He has allowed.

I'm so thankful that I didn't pull up and toss away my scant and unimpressive salvia, for from that little meager plant I have once again learned a huge lesson!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Award Winner

I've written about how Aaron notices people's physical characteristics, and then refers to them based on that observation.  Try as we might........lecture as we do......over and over again, it makes no difference to Aaron.  You remember how I told about Aaron thinking that all his drivers are from Africa, no matter their skin color, accent, eye shape.....doesn't matter.   They're all from Africa to hear him tell it. 

Today when Aaron came home, we were having our usual discussion about his day.  I asked him what he spent his money on since I saw that his wallet was empty. 

He matter-of-factly answered, "Well, I bought C.  ......not the one that looks like a rabbit but the C. that's black with black hair..........two cans of Pringles." 

You try standing there and instructing Aaron with a straight face after that kind of statement.  Somehow I did it.......and I should win an Oscar or Tony or Emmy or something. 

I just wanted to share my feeling of accomplishment tonight. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Standing Out!

I saw this picture today from the Autism Spectrum Disorder Facebook page, and thought of how very well it described my morning yesterday with Aaron. 

Oh my goodness, Aaron was standing out all over the place as we went to meet his day group.....and some of it was kind of my fault, too.  Here's how it went:

Aaron and I pulled in to Quik Trip yesterday morning.  We saw what we thought was the familiar van that the staff often drives, but as I pulled near I saw that the driver was unfamiliar.  Thinking that this was a new staff member that I had not met yet, I asked Aaron what her name was.  Aaron said he didn't know, which is not at all unusual.  I'm surprised when he knows anyone's name because names are usually unimportant to Aaron.  We pulled up beside the van and Aaron rolled down his window.  He leaned out toward this woman who was looking at her phone, and so she looked up and saw us with the rolled down window.........and Aaron's door opening at my urging. 

She lowered her passenger window and Aaron loudly said, "My Mom wants to know what your name is!"  He was getting out of our van, juggling his two bottles of water, and was getting ready to put his water inside her open window and open her van door.  She looked alarmed and said, "No!"  And as she started pulling away, I saw the baby in the back seat and suddenly put two and two together.  This was just a random mom who had stopped to do something on her phone.......and unfortunately for her, she had stopped near where we link up with Aaron's ride every weekday morning.  Aaron looked confused as he got back in our van.  I was horribly embarrassed, and this mother was no doubt scared to death.

I drove around to try to meet up with her again and explain, but I guess she saw me coming and so she pulled out of the parking lot.  I just can't describe how badly I felt about badly I still feel about this!  Then to top it off, Aaron jumped out of our van and headed for the store, saying that he wanted a sausage biscuit.  He was well on his way and it was useless to call him back, so I parked and went inside.
There I found Aaron with two biscuits on the counter, holding three dollars in the air, and asking, "What about three?"  He then turned and grabbed another biscuit from the warmer, oblivious to the frustrated shopper behind him........and the puzzled cashier........and his very already frustrated and embarrassed mother.  I somehow managed to get him to take the two biscuits, and to pay the cashier who had the change ready and waiting, and take the free sandwich sample that was being handed out behind us, and to say "I'm sorry" to the cashier, and to repeat "I'm sorry" to the frowning customer behind us, and to get out the door and to our van, and link up with our for-real driver who was also having a bad day.

I'm still thinking about that poor terrified mother.  I wonder what she has told her husband and family and friends about her scary encounter?  I'm still thinking about the irritated customer that was behind Aaron..........understanding her, and yet wondering if she had any compassion for unusual Aaron...........or his harried mother?  I'm still thinking about the puzzled cashier, wondering if he has seen Aaron there before and if the look on his face was just that of a man who has seen it all in Quik Trip.  I'm still thinking of the wide-eyed girls who were handing out the free sandwich samples as they observed this scene, unsmiling and confused.

Usually I handle these situations with humor and much more ease than I possessed on this day.  The situation with the young mother really unnerved me.  My stomach was in knots for a long time,  as if I had experienced something very disturbing.  And I guess in a way it was just that........unnerving for me and for her. 

But not for Aaron, of course.  He immediately went about his normal day, wanting sausage biscuits and then talking non-stop until his ride came.  But he became angry when I was telling Tim, the driver, about it..........and I realized that I was making Aaron feel like it was his fault, and that I was talking about him.  Those are two things that he does NOT I had another situation to make right before I drove away. 

I tried to regroup all not take it all too seriously.  I know of many moms who have these same sorts of days, whether with special needs or not.  We moms goof up, get embarrassed, become frustrated - but we just keep going, don't we?  We can't quit our job or change positions............we're mothers for good.....and bad. 

In all these times, there are lessons to learn and mistakes that we hope not to repeat.  I'm thankful that God is right there with His love that gives me comfort and His listening ear that hears my words......even the ones I don't speak but that are in my heart.  And God's patience is the best example ever for me!  I needed an extra dose of His patience yesterday morning.  I imagine that God needs extra patience with me, too, on most days.   God is the kind of Father to me that shows me what kind of mother to be to Aaron.  

Especially on those days when Aaron REALLY stands out!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Being Left Alone

Andrew, our youngest, has been home for a visit.  He just left awhile ago for Missouri.  It doesn't matter how many times I say goodbye to him or to Andrea - I still get emotional.  It's just my mother's heart, isn't it?  No matter how old they are, they will always be my children.  I wouldn't want them to sit here at home with me for the rest of their lives, but those goodbyes just don't get any easier. 

With Aaron, it will be far different.  Gary and I will someday need to make decisions about a group home for him.  Aaron will probably resist that idea strongly, so much preparation will need to go into preparing him - and us - for that day.  Believe me, there are days when we are more than ready to push him out the door!  And then there are many, many times when we can't imagine life without him here.
The unique way that Aaron expresses himself is one thing that I would really miss.  I can't tell you how many tablet notes I have, or sticky notes, or random pieces of paper on which I have quickly written something unique that he has said.  Here are just a few that I'm looking at as I write this.

The other night Aaron wanted me to help him straighten out his covers before he got into bed.  I was tired and in a rush, and a little aggravated, so I quickly pulled up and smoothed the covers before turning to head out his door.  But Aaron wasn't through.  "Mom!" he said.  "Here!  We need to do this part."

I sighed and told him that his covers were fine.......although I did notice that the top cover was a little crooked.  And of course, so did Aaron.  "But Mom, the blanket is kinda tipped a little!"  And once again, despite my tiredness, he made me laugh.  A tipped blanket!  That will not do! 

We were talking the other morning about a storm from the night before.  "Mom!  I saw the lightning when I was in bed.  I thought it was far or halfway up close!" 

I know.  I'm still trying to figure it out, too.

Yesterday I think he smelled the lotion that I was wearing, because out of the blue he said, "Mom, we were in the mall the other day.  You know that store, BAD Bath and Beyond?  It stinks in there!" 

So I asked him what store that was.

"BAD, Bath and Beyond!  It stinks in there!" 

And he thought I was laughing because he said it was stinky.

He bought Gary a Father's Day card, picking it out all by himself.  It's perfect because it talks about calling Dad............and Aaron calls us every single chance he gets.  People have asked us if we ever plan to get him a cell phone.  Not as long as we are in our right mind.

I told Aaron to sign Dad's card, so he bent over the card and slowly signed this:

Not only full of emotion, but he took me literally when I said to "sign" the card........and look at the spelling.  I love it!

This morning Aaron wasn't very happy at the thought of going to his day group.  He was starting to get very agitated as he stood in my bathroom with me, telling me all the reasons why staying home would be so much better.  He went down the usual path about why I have to make him hurry, and why can't  I just leave him alone.  I explained that I had let him stay in his room for as long as I could.  I said, "Aaron, I've left you alone all this time."

And he answered, "Well, can't you do it for more?!"

My laughter when he's already mad only makes him worse, so I waited until he left the room.........and I laughed as I quickly wrote down what he said. 

He pulled himself together and was contentedly petting Jackson's tummy when I went downstairs.  Aaron was glad that I didn't leave him alone as I stopped to get him an early lunch on our way to meet his group........and listened to him talk and talk and talk about how he thinks Jackson's nearly hairless tummy is creepy.

Most of the time I'm glad that I don't leave Aaron alone, too..........although there are many of those other times that leaving him alone is the best and healthiest option for both of us.  I'm looking ahead, though, to the time that he'll get his wish about being left alone as Gary and I will "do it for more."

Be careful what you wish for, Aaron.  Sometimes those alone times aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

It's a lesson for all of us, really.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Are You From Africa?!

I have already posted one blog today, and don't usually post another on the same day......but I want to fully try to capture this moment with Aaron.  And then hopefully forget it.

Several years ago, when Aaron first started attending his day group - Paradigm - some of the staff there were from Africa.  Truly from Africa.  Now Aaron thinks that anyone who is:

1.  Black
2.  From any other nationality

must be from Africa.
I remember the time that he kept wanting to me to meet the new driver who brought him home every afternoon.  "Mom, I don't know her name but she's from Africa!"  Finally the day came that I was able to meet this new driver..........and she was from Vietnam.  She was as Oriental as she could be.  And thankfully she had a good sense of humor.

Today I pulled up beside the Paradigm van to deliver Aaron for his ride.  The driver is black, as was the other staff who was in the passenger seat.  Aaron rolled down his window even before we were stopped.  He didn't care that the driver was on his cell phone.  Aaron had something to say and to say NOW! 

"HEY!!" he blurted out to the driver.

"Aaron!" I firmly said.  "He's on the phone!"

"HEY!!"  Aaron repeated anyway.  Aaron opened his door, barging his head into the driver's way through the open window.  The phone conversation had ended as Aaron loudly asked, "HEY!!  Are you from Africa, my mom wants to know?!!" 


"Aaron!!"  I somehow managed to say.  And then, "No, I did NOT want to know if you guys are from Africa!!!"

Both the staff were laughing, saying that they understood, while Aaron lumbered into the back seat of their van.  I offered a short explanation of Aaron's way of thinking, so thankful for their laughter and their assurances that they got Aaron and they understood.

I wonder if these constant blood pressure spikes that I have are good for me.  They're NOT going to be good for Aaron one of these days! 

Whistling As He Claps

I've written before about Aaron's clapping.     He absolutely has perfected the loudest clap of anyone EVER!  He will walk in a room and CLAP........and our ears will ring.  He'll be sitting on the couch watching TV or a movie, and CLAP!  And oh my goodness, I'm sure that a very big reason that he loves Wheel of Fortune is because this game show gives him permission to CLAP!  We'll be watching the contestants guess the letters, and of course with each correct letter the audience claps, and then Aaron's eyes light up............and CLAP!!!  CLAP!!!  CLAP!!!  He is beside himself with excitement, and I am beside myself with frustration and near-deaf conditions. 

The other day as we drove to meet his group, Aaron whistled.............which is the second most irritating noise that Aaron makes.  I told him not to whistle, just like I tell him not to clap.  I need to just carry a sign and hold it up in order to save my breath.  Aaron's whistles are shrill as his claps are loud.  My mind goes back to the blissful times when Aaron has had dental procedures and his mouth is numb.......and he can't whistle.  Much like the time that he broke his wrist and we had weeks........yes, WEEKS.......... of no clapping.  Talk about the silver lining in the cloud!

So in the van that morning, Aaron whistled.  After I told him to stop whistling, he said, "I noticed I think I stopped clapping."

Really?  And when did this happen?  Like in the last 60 seconds?

He continued.  "So is clapping weird or irritating?"

Yes, Aaron.

I do wish that he got sarcasm.  My life would have so much more meaning if he did.

Aaron happily proceeded.  "So Mom, what is whistling?"

Do you remember, Aaron, the two words you just used to describe clapping? 

He obliviously (is that a word?) kept going.  "Well, is whistling irritating?"

You might say that, Aaron.  Especially the shrill, deafening variety......which is your standard.

And in an expression of pure delight, he leaned over and rubbed his hands together as he came to a conclusion. 

"So now I'll whistle instead!!"

There are many reasons that I do not follow Aaron's logic..........and this day I simply chalked up another one.  He follows his own meandering paths to come to his conclusions, but he comes to least in this case...........happily. 

And obliviously (that word again) unaware of the look on my face. 

I need earplugs.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Legend of Aaron

Today was an Aaron day, meaning that I spent several hours of one-on-one time with Aaron.  It also means that my ears need a little rest, so while he's upstairs on his computer I decided to write a few words about our time together.  Writing.........not talking.  What bliss!

I first ran Aaron by the lab at our Eberly Farm clinic so he could have some blood drawn.  We're still checking his medicine levels as well as being sure that his weight loss isn't pointing to a significant problem.  Aaron enjoys the lab and that's a blessing.  He especially enjoyed being shown to the seat in the lab that is right beside the telephone.  I usually stand near him, not because he is in any way scared, but because he loves to pick up the empty vials or some of the other items that are conveniently located right beside his chair.  Today, though, it was the telephone that held his interest.   All those buttons were calling his name!  He finally laughed as I over and over told him to NOT touch the phone.  It becomes a game to that he is sure to win if I even once turn my back.

Not long after we left the lab, we were at the dentist.  The staff at Baxter Dental Associates are so good with Aaron.  He is comfortable there, so much so that I don't even go back with him like I used to do for many years.  I just hope that he's compliant and not stubborn, and since nothing has been said otherwise, I'll continue to happily assume that this is true.  But once the cleaning is complete, Aaron is more than in a hurry to go.........because he knows that we are going to eat lunch out somewhere.  He does start getting grouchy if I linger over making his follow-up appointment or stand there chatting too long.  He knows his mother's propensity for lingering chats!

Soon, though, we were seated at On The Border.  Our nice waitress came to take our drink orders, and Aaron asked if they had tea.  He said yes to the tea, even when he found out that it was unsweetened tea.  I then ordered water and Aaron loudly asked, "OH!!!  Do you have water??!!"  He's done this before, but it's always funny......and thankfully our waitress laughed as well.  I could tell that she liked Aaron, and that set me at ease.  Aaron's nearly always at ease since he doesn't read people's facial expressions or body language.  He just barges on ahead, being Aaron, and oblivious to any questioning looks or uncomfortable stares from others. 

We ordered our salads and tacos, sipped our water, and dipped our chips in the free Queso that we got today.  Aaron was busy talking between bites, of course.  "Mom, Dad said that he might work on my computer.  What does 'might' mean?" 

Might means might, Aaron. 

"So can I call Dad and ask him if he's going to work on my computer?"

No, Aaron, you don't need to call Dad at work. 

And I have no idea how many times this conversation was repeated.  Be glad that I'm not going to write it out.

Our salads came and Aaron was busy dumping every drop of his dressing on his salad.  I told him that he didn't need every drop and he agreed..........putting down his little dressing container........and immediately grabbing mine and holding it up high to drain my few remaining drops of dressing.  All the while he was talking about how hard it is to work at a restaurant, and how Dad has told him that it's hard work because sometimes people are fussy.  "Is that true, Mom? " he asked.  "Why are some people fussy?"

As we discussed this issue, I thought it was really insightful when Aaron said, "The restaurant people serve us.  We don't need to be fussing at them."  I was wishing that he had this same philosophy about me when the waitress returned to fill his glass of water.........and Aaron repeated this conversation to her, oblivious to the fact that her tables were full and she was busy and Mom was telling him that she needed to go.  She was sweet, though, and patient with Aaron. 

Aaron had other insights, wondering what the little powder things were that were on top of the lettuce........and then saying, "Mom, I noticed something.  This is a Mexican restaurant!"  Well, it isn't Chinese, we munched on our TACOS.

I was asking how his visit with the dentist went.  "Mom, I told the dentist that I've seen some people who are fat!  I'm not talking about you!"

He added that last sentence so quickly that I questioned him about it, and he assured me that he was not talking about me.  Then he asked, "Mom, do you think you're fat?  What do you think about being fat?"  And immediately he added, "I'm not saying anything!!" 

You've already said enough, Aaron. 

He was intrigued with the parsley, which he held up in order to give it an examination.  He wondered if I have some dried parsley at home.  "Mom, do you have some of that in the cabinet where the pepper balls are?"  That would be Peppercorns to most of us, but pepper balls to Aaron.

He also had to hold up the dark tortilla chip that was on top of the refried beans, saying that he had never heard of a black chip.  And the beans made him remember something.  "Mom, have you ever heard the legend that if you eat beans, you fart?"  I was hoping that no one around us heard Aaron's telling of this legend, even as I urged him to not use "that" word in public.  Of course, any discussion of this legend should not be made in public, but all of that was lost on Aaron.  He was already in a discussion with the waitress about whether we could take the chips home along with the Queso that we had left.  I was thankful that he wasn't telling her about the legend.

She happily brought us our containers, and Aaron just had to ask her about slushies.  Yes, slushies.  Do those new pineapple slushies have pineapple in them?  Do the other slushies have fruit?  How are slushies made?  Do slushies have ice in them?  Do you like slushies? 

Sweet, patient waitress.  She had answers for Aaron and smiles for Aaron........and she got an extra tip from me. 

Home again, home again........where Aaron left me to carry in the Queso and the chips that he wanted so badly, as well as his dentist bag of goodies..........and where he left the garage door open so that Jackson could come out and the heat could go in.........and where he zoomed downstairs to ask Andrew if he wanted to watch a DVD on his Blu-Ray player in his room...........

Have I told you about the legend of Aaron?  Sometimes he's all about Aaron and sometimes he's not............sometimes he's interesting and sometimes he's frustrating.   

And he always keeps me on my toes.   

Monday, June 10, 2013

Do You Know Shiphrah and Puah?

If you had asked me this past Saturday who Shiphrah and Puah are, I would have responded, " know, as familiar as those names sound, I'm just not remembering Shiphrah and Puah right now."  Perhaps some of you know of these two women, but I would have drawn a blank.  Not now, though.  Yesterday's message at church from Exodus 1 reintroduced me to these two women, and I'm very thankful for that privilege.

For a little background, the people of Israel had traveled to Egypt under the rule of Joseph.  Jacob's family grew and grew, filling the land of Egypt and becoming mighty.  All the original Israelites had died, including Jacob and Joseph, as well as the Pharaoh who knew and loved Joseph.  A new king arose over Egypt who did not know Joseph.  This king became fearful of the numbers of Israelites who lived in the land, thinking that if there was war then the Israelites would join with the enemy and overtake Egypt.  Therefore, this king made the Israelites become slaves..........but the more he afflicted the people of Israel, the more they multiplied and spread out. 

Seeing that Plan A wasn't working, this Pharaoh moved on to Plan B.  He ordered the Hebrew midwives to kill all the boy babies that were born, thinking that this barbaric form of birth control would limit the growth of the Israelites and thus eventually rid Egypt of the Jews.  This is where Shiphrah and Puah come in.  They were midwives..........probably two chief midwives.  Pharaoh instructed them to kill the boy babies that were born to the Israelite women but to keep the girl babies alive.  Simple enough, right? 

But Pharaoh didn't count on one complication.  Exodus 1:17 says, "BUT the midwives feared God......."  This fear of God forced Shiphrah and Puah to make a decision.  Verse 17 continues, "..........and did not do as the King of Egypt had commanded them, but let the boys live."  So sure enough, Pharaoh found out that Shiphrah and Puah were not killing baby Israelite boys.........and he called these two midwives to come in for a little meeting. 

I don't know how Shiphrah and Puah felt at this point, but I imagine they were more than a little scared.  This is Pharaoh, who had no qualms about killing innocent baby boys and other Israelites as well.  From everything that was going on around him.............everything that he had initiated concerning the Jews..............this Pharaoh seems more than a tad bit brutal.  I wish we knew all that was said at this appearance before Pharaoh.  I love thinking of the bravery of Shiphrah and Puah!  Yet it goes far beyond being brave.

Shiphrah and Puah were obedient to God, first and foremost.  I imagine that they feared Pharaoh...........but they feared God more.  This is the fear of God that involves reverence OF Him, and trust IN Him.  It's the fear of God that Peter and the apostles had when they were given strict orders by the authorities not to teach about Jesus anymore.........and Peter answered in Acts 5:29, "We must obey God rather than men." 

So back to Egypt.   I had never paid much attention to the fact that in verses 20 and 21, God lets us know that He was "good to the midwives."  Verse 21 clearly says that ".......because the midwives feared God, that He established households for them."  God blessed them and was good to them because of their obedience.   

I really like Shiphrah and Puah.  I love the example they have set for example that is both profound and yet very simple.  Obedience to God comes first, in every single area of my life.  Obedience takes many different forms for each of us, but in whatever area that God is requiring obedience to Him, it's best to obey.  Solomon said it so well in Ecclesiastes 8:12, "Although a sinner does evil a hundred times and may lengthen his life, still I know that it will be well for those who fear God - who fear Him openly." 

Shiphrah and Puah probably wondered if they would have their heads cut off..........or they stood before the king and declared their loyalty to God.  I don't know what my obedience to God will cost me, but obey I must.  I do know that God promises it will be well for me if I obey.  His blessings take various forms, and some we won't see until eternity.  But we can take God at His word and know that it will be well for us when we fear Him, and fear Him openly.

Shiphrah and Puah are amazing!  Not because they were women, or because they stood up to mean old Pharaoh, or because they saved babies.........all of which are important.......but they are amazing because they obeyed God above anyone and anything.  That's the kind of amazing I want to be, every day, through good and bad.  Whatever the pressure......whatever the decision.........whatever the pain..........whatever the outcome.........

Fearing and obeying God!   

Friday, June 7, 2013

A Blessing or a Bother

I bought some eggplant the other day.  I knew that this would create quite a stir in our house, and that's because Aaron loves the unusual.  To most of us, eggplant is mundane...........maybe a little odd in appearance, but certainly nothing that should cause excitement.  But most of us are not Aaron.  To him, eggplant is odd; and anything that is odd gives him pause and then becomes a matter of great curiosity.......and much conversation. 

He saw the eggplant sitting on the kitchen counter that evening.  Soon I heard, "Mom!  There's an eggplant!"  It was as if he had seen one of his movie aliens sitting on our kitchen counter, legs dangling and eyes flashing.  Such was the level of Aaron's excitement.  Later I went in the family room, where Aaron was nestled in his favorite chair with all of his necessary items around him and his new blanket covering him nursing home style.  There, perched in his lap, lay the eggplant.  Aaron held it up happily for me to see as if it was my first eggplant experience, and his as well.  I laughed and snapped a picture, and Aaron was very pleased to have this close encounter with an eggplant.

Yesterday morning I was once again reminded of how the usual becomes the unusual to Aaron.  Way, way out in a field behind our house there is a tall tower of some sort.  On top of this thin steel tower there is a flashing red light.  For years Aaron has talked about this flashing light, dim in the distance.  It's certainly not a bright intrusion into our home in the dark of night, but Aaron notices it constantly none-the-less.  Of course, when Aaron notices anything he will then talk it to death.......which he has done concerning this tower over the years.  What kind of tower?  Who built the tower?  What is the tower made of?  Why does it have a flashing red light on top?  Who takes care of the tower?  Will the tower fall?  Will the tower get struck by lightning? 

Aaron has blinds on his bedroom windows, but he has never wanted to use them at night.  In fact, they were never even lowered at all............until this past winter, when we had new siding put on our house and a new paint job.  When the workers were going to be right outside Aaron's window early in the morning, we decided to lower and close his blinds the night before.  This gave him privacy the next morning.  I wasn't sure how he would react to this change, but he didn't mind it at all........and I was surprised. 

Now the worker's job has been completed and there is no need to close Aaron's blinds at night.  However, he still wants them closed.  That's no problem, of course, but is still somewhat unusual for Aaron.  Yesterday morning, Aaron brought this subject up once again, telling me that he had decided to keep his blinds closed because that flashing red light bothered him.  I expressed surprise at this announcement, and reminded him that for years he hadn't been bothered by the far off red light. 

He quickly replied, "Well, I decided it's bothering me now." 

I've thought about these two scenarios since yesterday..........the eggplant and the flashing red light.  Aaron has chosen for one to be a blessing and for one to be a bother.   It's clearly a conscious choice that he is making, even though with Aaron his autism does play a part.

How about me?  What am I choosing today, and every day?  Sometimes I allow situations or people or things to be a bother when they really don't have to be that in my life at all.  Sometimes my own son is a bother!  It's natural to get tired of the constant talking, or his quirky ways that impact every single day of my life, or his mood swings.........and many other areas of Aaron.  The choice is mine, though.  I can decide that it's bothering me..........or I can decide.......

..............that these things are BLESSING me!  Just like the goofy eggplant........a blessing instead of a bother.  I don't always make the wise choice, but I know that I do HAVE a choice.  So despite the irritations......the flashing red light out in the distance...........I know that I need to choose instead to hold each situation just like Aaron held up the eggplant.  Hold it up with a smile and with at least some measure of joy........and be able to see how unique and special each part of my life is. 

There's Aaron again.........teaching me lessons and he doesn't even know it!  I would say that he's a blessing!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Our Both Way

This morning when I walked into Aaron's room to get him moving along on this beautiful day, I found him watching a movie.  I happily said, "Good Morning, Aaron!"  as I always happily say.........and as usual, he very sadly replied, "I'm not feeling well."  He speaks this in his softest, most flat and pathetic voice that he can muster.  It's really laughable..........but I don't dare laugh.  I remember the morning that I didn't exactly laugh, but I somehow demonstrated to Aaron that I wasn't buying his woeful tale of how bad he felt.  First he said, "You just don't understand me!"  He waited for some effect from this statement and when there was none, he walked away as he very mournfully said, "Nobody listens to me in this house..........people don't."  I nearly cried - from laughter.  Certainly not from pity.  Sometimes he could be a candidate for an Oscar!

So today I just walked away, and then soon returned to urge Aaron once again to move upward and onward.  He then told me that his eye hurt and he was just sure that he had a black eye.  Of course, he didn't have a black eye.  He had just rubbed it so much that it hurt some.  Too bad, Aaron.  Another hopeful ploy to stay home was foiled! 

I then told Aaron that I would fix some bacon and eggs, which we could eat out on the patio, but that he needed to shower and get ready.  He suddenly became much more animated as he said, "Yeah!  And can Jackson come out with us?"  I knew exactly what Aaron was anticipating..........the challenge of sneaking Jackson some food without Mom seeing him.  Oh, I can read Aaron like a book!  In so many ways he never changes, yet always amazes........and frustrates!  In his sameness he still manages to be ever interesting!

This train of thought led me to think of some areas where Aaron hardly ever changes.  He shows us his personality and the intricate way that his brain functions in so many pieces of his life.  Here are a few from just the past several days:

FOOD:  Aaron does love to eat and to snack..........less now than he used to, but he does still enjoy food.  Every Friday, when Paradigm usually goes to see a movie, he asks if he can have a large buttered popcorn.  And every Friday, I tell him that he can have a large popcorn but to try it unbuttered...........which he never does.  The last movie day found him running in the house when he got home, and telling me all about his large buttered popcorn.  "Mom!  They make the butter into a water kind of way!"  This remark led us into a rather lengthy discussion of just what in world melted butter really is, etc., etc.

He loves peanuts, so while I was shopping at Dillon's this past Friday I got him some peanuts.  However, these peanuts are not like the Planters peanuts that he has had recently.   The only difference is that they are the Dillon's brand.  I should have known!  He won't eat them!  AAHHHH!!!  But he took them to Paradigm today to either give away, or somehow to force some down himself.  Good grief!  They can't be that anyone but Aaron!

Aaron excited about trying to feed Jackson
And he will always and forever have a spoon with every meal.  He will also have multiple forks and other utensils, even if he doesn't intend to use them.  Notice this picture of him with his plate of eggs this morning........and a spoon.

WRIST WATCH:  He likes a watch that has the day and the date on it.  Recently, that feature on his watch wasn't quite working right.  The day was stuck.  Therefore, Aaron wouldn't wear the watch.  It didn't make any difference that I went on and on about the fact that the watch kept perfect time.  Nope. It was defective to Aaron and he would not let it touch his arm at all.  I bought him a new watch with a smaller band since he's lost weight.  This is the other thing about Aaron and watches.  He wears his wrist watch nowhere near his wrist.  He pushes it halfway up his arm.  Since he's lost weight, I thought a smaller band would encourage him to wear his WRIST watch where every other person on earth wears one..........on his wrist.  Look at this picture of him again this morning and closely observe where his watch is located.  I think if his arm turned blue from lack of blood he wouldn't care.   Seriously.

JACKSON:  Aaron loves our Great Dane, Jackson.  He actually really loves to feed Jackson.  It doesn't matter what it is..........a piece of popcorn, a Mike and Ike, a stick.............Aaron will hold it out for Jackson to sniff and examine, in the hopes that Jackson will scarf it down.  One reason we quit buying rawhides and other treats was because Aaron would inevitably find our hiding place, and then every time we turned around Jackson would have a rawhide dangling from his mouth like a giant cigar. 

Aaron asked the other day which was smarter - dogs or cats?  After my little lecture, Aaron summed it up succinctly by saying, "Both animals have their both way of being smart."  He says it so much better than I do!  But I know that our Jackson is very smart when it comes to Aaron.  Look at him this morning, waiting in the wings behind Aaron.  Aaron had already very quickly scooted a chunk of egg off his plate when my eyes were averted for a mere split second, and Jackson just as quickly lunged under the table to gobble it down. 

MOVIE CREDITS:  When Aaron watches a movie, Aaron watches the entire movie.  ENTIRELY.  From the very beginning to the very, very ending............down to the very last teeny tiny little print at the end of the credits.  The movie is not over until the screen is black.  I walked in his room the other night to find him intensely riveted on..........the credits. 

BED TIMES:  When I say bed times, I mean that Aaron keeps a list of the times that he turns his light out at night, and the times that he gets up in the morning.  He does this Every.  Single.  Day.  Here is but one page of his recorded bed times.  He has filled up multiple notebooks over the years. 

HANDY ANSWER BOOKS:  Aaron loves his Handy Answer Books.  They come in a wide variety of subjects.  He will, as with movies, read these books from the very first word to the very last word..........including the table of contents, the index, and the lists at the end of resources or web sites.  Last night he showed me this page that he had come to in his reading.  He didn't think that this would be very interesting to him..........but this morning I saw his bookmark placed a couple pages over, showing that he had indeed read this part that he wasn't very excited about reading.  I knew he would!  It's got to be more exciting than the index!

TOILETS:  I wrote once about Aaron's long-standing fear of toilets.  Here is a link to that blog post:  There are many facets of this fear.  We have three new toilets in our house and all of them have a much smaller amount of water in them than our old ones did. Aaron is sure that these toilets are stopped up..........a battle that he has yet to quiet overcome.  He pretty frequently will tell us that one of the toilets is stopped up, but it's usually not.  He will not venture near it until he is sure that it's in the clear.

This morning, as I was washing my hands, Aaron refused to come in my bathroom to talk.  Finally he said, "Mom, did you flush your toilet?" And I realized as I finished with my hands that no, I had in my haste not performed that task............but Aaron had registered that oversight in his mind and he wasn't stepping one foot in there until I flushed!!  He did not want to talk about it, either..........but I knew. 

Well, I must end pun intended concerning the above paragraph.  Aaron will be home soon with more stories of his day, and I may be physically or mentally taking notes so I won't forget the unique way that he verbalizes so many things.  You know, if he asked who was smarter............Aaron or Mom.............I might have a hard time answering that. 

We both have our both way, like Aaron says!  Glad I wrote that one down!!