Lately when Gavin wants something he will ask you in a form of a question. For example, he will say, "Mama, do you want peanut butter toast?" My response will be, "No Gavin, I do not want peanut butter toast." He will keep asking you over and over again until you ask him, "Gavin do you want peanut butter toast?" His response will be, "yes!" We are currently working on teaching him how to ask for things without asking if you want it. Just one of our many autism struggles.
With the changing of the season, comes the changing of sports and activities. My boys have transitioned from summer basketball to football and scouting. Football is such a great outlet for William.
Gavin has attended all of William's football games. Overall, he has done well. He enjoys walking up and down the bleachers during the games. I usually am crossed eyed by the end of the game from attempting to keep one eye on Gavin and the other eye on the game. After each game, Gavin loves to carry William's football equipment to the car. I am guessing he gets a lot of sensory input by carrying the heavy equipment.
Landon enjoys participating in boy scouts and will be starting fall basketball soon.
Recently I have thought about what sport Gavin would be playing if autism didn't have a hold on him. Would he want to try soccer? T-ball? Would he want to ski? I see pictures of 4 years olds who are playing their first sport, and I become envious. Envious that these little boys and girls will find a sport, and play for the love of the game. I recently told my two older boys that we need to try to find a sport that Gavin can understand and play. Maybe he will like football? Their response was, "Mom, Gavin has autism. He won't be playing sports." My reply, "Yes, Gavin does have autism, however, we will help him do anything he wants to do. We are a team. We will help him understand sports through his eyes, and play for the love of his understanding of the game."
Autism, you continue to have a hold on my boy. Sometimes your grip is tighter, and sometimes it loosens a bit. We celebrate our victories and pick ourselves up from our defeats. Autism, you are my game, and I am learning to play for the love of the game. Thank you for the reality check this week. As much as you sometimes defeat me, you also remind me of what is important.
Playing for the love of the game,
Paula
Wow Paula!!!
ReplyDeleteMichelle Leclaire Seveney juat shared this blof with me. As I read it, I felt as if I had written it! I too have a son who plays football and I struggle to watch both the game; and my son Owen who jas autism. He's a constant ball of motion in the bleachers. He is 10 now, and my emotions have run the gambit : sorrow and loss for a life that will never be filled with Little League, proms, and dorm life ; to celebrating the tiniest of victories over a night'a toothbrushing without gagging. I will continue to read "our" blog and cross my fingers and toes for Gavin's strides! Thank your lucky stars that you live where you do and autism gets the attention that it deserves . Many of us aren't so fortunate :-/
Hi Brandi, Your post made me cry! I can also relate as to what you are saying "tiniest of victories over a night's toothbrushing without gagging" I feel like not only do I write for me, but also for other families and parents on this journey called autism. My mission is to keep spreading the awareness for our children. I would love to hear more about Owen.
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