Archive for December 15, 2010

Moms (and dads): can you do it all?

by Jennifer Dyer

A few decades ago a wonderful lady wrote a book to women entitled something like, You Can Have it All. Her goal was to encourage women who needed jobs to prioritize, put God and their family first, and still earn income. But have we taken the concept too far?

Almost everyday I hear moms (and even a few dads) comment on their inability to do it all. It seems as though we have created this ideal mom/dad figure who can feed the baby, train the dog, clean the house, cook dinner, and help with calculus homework all at the same time and without getting stains on their jeans. Oh, and don’t forget that they can actually fit into said jeans… Yes, many of us have met an amazing super woman who never gets her cape dirty as she flies from task to task in her perfectly clean home and lovely jeans, but what about the rest of us?

I mentioned my frustration with my inability to stay on top of things to a friend the other day–as I arrived at her house late. When we screeched into her driveway and opened the van doors, a junk avalanche tried to bury her dog. The car had been clean before we left. On the drive we’d managed to inundate it with a box of spilled cereal, shoes, socks, coats, clothes, roast beef, and juice drippings. (Meanwhile, at home, my dining room table contained the mound of junk I’d taken out of the car to clean it.) The mess was never ending.

I tried to laugh and said, “At least my little one has panties on today,” which is another story….

Anyway, my friend shook her head and said, “No matter how hard you try, you cannot do it all. You need to cut yourself some slack.”

We went on to talk about a few other things until one of her kids came in and announced she needed to leave. My friend frowned after her daughter left and said, “I’d forgotten she even had to be somewhere tonight. Isn’t that sad?”

I laughed and said, “You know you can’t do it all! You are only human.”

It’s an important reminder for all of us. No, I don’t mean we should be lazy slobs, but we must recognize our humanity. As moms (and dads) we have a plethora of things to take care of and sometimes we fall short.

So, the next time you feel like beating yourself up, just remind yourself that you are only human. If you mess up, apologize and move on. If your car has an avalanche and it takes three weeks to find the neighbor’s dog, grab a shovel, smile, and buy some dog biscuits as an apology. Remember, as humans we are made to seek the divine, not be divine. Don’t expect yourself to do it all.

On that note, I’m taking a nap!

Parenting teens: remember which of you is the adult.

by Jennifer Dyer

Have you ever acted unreasonable? Gotten into a shouting match with your child? I had an eye opening conversation about this with a fellow mom recently. She was relating a parenting incident with her older teen, and I loved the way she summed up her parenting philosophy: remember who is the adult.

How simple it sounds, yet how difficult to execute. I’ve had moments where I wondered why I said something I didn’t  mean. I remember one incident when getting ready for church and my tween daughter was being a bit difficult. I lost it and said, “Fine, I’ll just tell Grandma not to buy you any more pretty clothes because you are too stubborn to wear them!” As you can imagine, this went over quite well. I’m not sure if we even made it to church that morning…

My friend talked about avoiding these conversation pitfalls, especially with older teens. She spoke of times when one of her teens made an idle threat about getting several jobs so she could move out on her own. Instead of yelling and screaming and getting out the calculator to prove why her teen’s idea was illogical, my friend said she just nodded and said, “Okay, we’ll discuss that when you get your jobs.” She said the same of school. Instead of yelling and screaming about the study habits of her college-aged child, she just put down some clear boundaries at the beginning: make this level of grades, we’ll pay for everything. You decide to go part time, then you will have to have a job for any money over room and board. You quit school, you will have to pay for your portion of room and board if you stay here.

There are moments when emotional flare-ups happen, but my friend said she has trained herself to step back and think before she responds. Yelling doesn’t help the situation, and it doesn’t teach her child any conflict resolution skills. In the mean time, keep handing in there, fellow parents.

Tips for traveling with autism.

by Jennifer Dyer

As we prepare for another holiday season, including visits with  family, I’m reviewing the past and forming my plan for helping our autistic child be successful. Large family gatherings can be overwhelming to anyone who has sensory issues, obsessive-compulsive issues, autism, and a host of other challenges. For our autistic daughter Rachel, who has all of the above, large group gatherings border on painful.

As Rachel needs increased time for processing, especially verbal processing, she is often upset by too many loud conversations. Add onto that unusual food smells and bodies filling up space, changing the visual order that she craves, we can dive into meltdown mode in minutes. Since our family is too far away to visit for an hour and leave, we have had to come up with some adjustments.

Be upfront with your family about your child’s needs. We are blessed with a family that is beyond understanding. If this is not the case for you, try not to get caught up in pleasing others. Think about what will help your child have a good experience so that you can build on it year after year.

One way we have done this is to limit the amount of time we spend at large family gatherings. A few years ago, we could only stay a few minutes, which made some of our family sad, but it was better for Rachel. Last year we lasted a few hours at one of the huge gatherings–a new record.

One mistake we made was not explaining to people beforehand about Rachel’s reaction when she becomes overwhelmed. Rachel deals with stress by crying uncontrollably and trying to escape, which can mean running out the door. This is not something that will stop if we just give her a few minutes nor is it a temper tantrum. When Rachel, who is normally happy, gets to the point where she cannot stop crying, she needs to get away from the overwhelming situation. Last year we left one gathering when Rachel got to this point. Family members thought we left because we were embarrassed or worried that Rachel was bothering them. What we should have explained, and later did, was that our actions were for Rachel’s needs and we would try again the next time.

Analyze your child’s needs. As I stated, Rachel needs quiet and low stimulation, at least some of the time. We try to plan to visit some family members before large crowds arrive. Yes, we have missed out on extended family in the past, but each year Rachel has been able to tolerate more people.

Bring items that comfort your child. This is one way Rachel can cope.

Visit places where your child is comfortable, if possible, and try to spread visits out with downtime in between.

Form a plan. For Rachel, she likes to retreat to a back room in my mother’s house or the play room in my sister’s house. We try to stop at one of those houses in between large gatherings. She also likes to play outside in my mom’s sandbox. I bring extra clothes, so even if it is a little wet outside, she can still play and have time to recover from over-stimulation. I do not worry if she doesn’t come to the table when there are a lot of people, but we do try. I’m not certain whether this is the right choice or not. Dr. Temple Grandin says her mother always made her sit at the table and use good manners, which is one of the reasons her social skills developed to the point they are today. I try to judge whether or not Rachel is in a frame of mind where this will lead to success or a meltdown.

Give your child freedom to meet their needs. Last year Rachel was completely overwhelmed after several holiday gatherings and would  not come out of my mom’s back room even for pictures and opening presents. For us, that was fine. She needed that time to regroup and be alone.

Have a sense of humor. If nothing else, this will help relieve tension. The less tense your are the better off your child will be.

1 Picture >1,000 Words

By Jennifer Dyer
This past weekend our church held a special needs Christmas party. I spent quite a bit of time preparing for the party, including making a birthday cake for Jesus. So, when Saturday morning came, I was ready. I hopped into the car with Rachel and headed off to church.
Sadly, with all my preparations I had neglected one thing … to prepare Rachel. I’m not sure how I could have done this. Perhaps we are ready for social stories, but I should have tried something.
When we arrived at church, I parked in a different location than usual because the party was on the other side of the huge building. Rachel looked around and whimpered a few times. People came out to get the cake and help us carry in the rest of our things. Then we were alone, and Rachel was ready to go … home.
I tried everything I could think of to get her to go inside. I mentioned the bounce house (about 100 times). I tried being cheerful then stern. I tried encouraging then begging. I tried to drag her then quit because she is much stronger than she looks. I stepped back and thought about what we had learned through RDI and what I had seen on the Dog Whisperer (I know, strange place to get parenting advice, but you’d be surprised…). So, I walked away from the car and sat in a nearby chair. Eventually she would come out and get me. Right?
I waited and waited, but the wind was cold and I soon felt like a crazy popsicle. I prayed and prayed, even begged God to fix things. And then I thought about the picture communication book Rachel uses. Why didn’t I bring that with us? Of course, I didn’t have a picture of a bounce house anyway… Duh! I had a camera on my phone and I could take a picture of the real thing.
I raced inside and snapped a picture of the bounce house then sprinted back to the car. I showed Rachel the picture and pointed inside. Rachel jumped up, grabbed her shoes and raced inside.
Huh. Guess that old saying about pictures is true.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid series

by Jennifer Dyer

My daughter came home the other day with one of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books by Jeff Kinney. The books are the illustrated journal entries of sarcastic and wise-cracking pre-teen Greg Heffley. The books document him navigating the turbulent world of middle school, family, friends, girls, and a horrid older brother. I picked it up and started reading. At some points I laughed out loud–the book is sort of like an extended comic strip. But at other points anger burned like fire inside my chest. The older brother is one step above monster and the parents seem pretty clueless. Yet, this point of view is pretty much what you’d expect from the mind of a 12 year-old.

After reading part of the Wimpy Kid series, I started to miss something. Greg reminds me a bit of a pre-teen Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, my favorite comic strip. Yet, Calvin had his tiger Hobbes as a moral compass to balance him out. Calvin’s parents also provided a contrast to his behavior. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of moral compass in the Diary of a Wimpy kid series.

The books are enjoyable and the characters all provide plenty of opportunities to discuss moral choices. Interesting…

Discipline and autism—it doesn’t always make sense.

By Jennifer Dyer

The other day in Rachel’s special needs gymnastics class, I had a great discussion with one of the moms about discipline, specifically regarding tantrums.

Common sense says to intervene in a tantrum, especially if the child needs to be moved. Screaming in the living room? Go to your room if you want to cry. Screaming at bedtime? Shut the door and give consequences if the behavior continues. Refusing to go to school? Perhaps a swat or some other consequence. Screaming in a grocery store? More of the above…

But what about when an autistic child is having the tantrum? The other mom and I agreed that sometimes intervening only exacerbates the situation. In both of our cases, touching or trying to move our autistic child during a tantrum is asking for a back injury and a longer tantrum.

It was interesting that the next day featured one of THOSE kinds of mornings. Rachel didn’t want to get out of bed. Each time I went to her room and talked to her she snarled and fussed at me like the grouchy lioness I’d just seen at the circus. I kept trying, but Rachel kept getting more irritated.  She finally dashed into my closet and set up camp in there. And she had no intentions of leaving. Ever.

Eldest and I tried and tried to get Rachel out of that closet, but she wasn’t budging. I called a neighbor to take eldest to school and then I thought about what to do next. I pray for wisdom all the time and at that moment I felt as though I should get my dishes done. I called Rachel’s teacher then tackled the kitchen sink. About half an hour later I heard Rachel cooing in her bed. I put on a smile and told her it was time for school. Would you believe she stood up, grabbed blankie and headed for the car? I stared after her. Was this the same child from earlier? It was as if she had switched personalities. And all of this happened AFTER I left her alone—i.e. without any nagging and intervention from moi.

We arrived at school an hour late, and Rachel walked in as if nothing had happened. Why? I have no idea.

I worry that I spoil her when I let her get those tantrums out of her system, but when I ignore her they end faster and she takes less time to recover. Plus, she is unable to communicate her needs. At times like this one I must take a step back and think about all the reasons Rachel may have issues. Maybe she was cold all night, but her sensory system had just now registered it. Maybe her throat hurt and she didn’t know how to handle it. Maybe those Ritz crackers she snuck the other day were just hitting her system and making her feel out of control. It could be anything and maybe in ten years she will be able to tell me why. But in the mean time I have learned that sometimes the best intervention is taking a step back and re-evaluating my next move.