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Pause Life for a Moment-Little Bit Quirky

I love visiting Little Bit Quirky’s blog . I try to get there more than once a week, but I always read her post of Thursday. She is one of Mrs. Matlock Alphabe’s students. It was through Mrs. Matlock that I first found her site.

Little Bit Quirky writes about her life as the mom of a wonderful young lady with autism. She is a valiant supporter of her daughter and seeker of what will be the best for her.

Below she questions why I asked her to write a Pause Life for a Moment. Here are some of the reasons:

1. She is a wonderful writer. Her words flow.

2. She is a mom I would love to sit down and chat with about life. I think she would have a lot to teach me. She already makes me pause for a moment and think about what is best for JDaniel.

3. She is so real in the way she writes. I wanted you to get to read her words and get to know her.

Pause Life for a Moment

JDaniel4’s Mom asked me to write a post about how I take small moments to keep my sanity in this crazy life we call motherhood.

My first thought was, “Write a guest post? Is she insane? Who has the time? I can barely hobble together posts for my own blog!”

The truth is, I only have one child, who is now 7 and has been going to school full-time. She has Asperger’s, so I chauffeur her around to her speech and social skills appointments after school. I had more free time than I knew what to do with!

Because of this, I took a part-time job that allowed me to work while my daughter was in school, but be with her after school to be sure she does her homework correctly, arrange play dates, and take her to her appointments.

While I love working again, I have no “me-time” anymore. None. Zilch. Nada.

Why did JDaniel4’s Mom ask me to write a post on this topic? I’m so not the person to be doing this!

Anyway, over the summer, my daughter is attending camp 4 days a week. She stays home on Tuesdays because she has her speech therapy and her social skills class scheduled for that day. It’s the one day I don’t make the 2-hour commute (round-trip) to work. I don’t even work for the most part on Tuesdays! We use this day to sleep in and live life at a slower pace. It’s nice to have a day where we don’t have to run around non-stop like crazy, headless chickens!

Another interesting thing happened. On one of these Tuesdays, my daughter had an opportunity to play with a couple of sisters she’s never met before. In order to accommodate the long play date, I had to cancel her speech therapy. The play date was loads of fun, and my daughter had much better social interaction than she would have in speech therapy.

We did go to her social skills class. Interestingly enough, the behaviorist pulled me aside after class to tell me that my daughter did an amazing job in class. She had never seen her do such high-level communication skills such as read her peers’ body language to determine if they were listening to her, then change her approach to get her peers’ attention. The behaviorist was floored!

Me? I really thought the 6-hour play date had a huge influence on my daughter’s success in her social skills class.

Sometimes, slowing life down a bit can bring great developmental leaps!

Please stop by Little Bit Quirky and read more of her wonderful words.

Pause Life for a Moment- My Thoughts on Fear and Swimming

Pause Life for a Moment

I sat against the wall in the pool area watching JDaniel participate in his first big kid swimming class last week. We had take the Mommy and Me class when he was about one. Now he declared he didn’t need me. He was one of the big kids.

He maybe one of the big kids in the age 2-4 swimming class, but he also one of the most fearful of the water. I am not sure why he is afraid of it. I have a fear of water, but I have tried really hard not to pass it on to me.

I don’t fear water totally. I just fear having it in my eyes and ears. It first filled me when I was sent tumbling in waves at the beach when I was little. It interfered with my learning to swim well in Girl Scout Camp as a 3rd, 4th , and 5th grader. I would try to learn to swim identifiable strokes. By the end of camp as a 5th grader could identify my elementary backstroke but the other strokes continued to allude me.

I ended up having to take a swimming class in college . The teacher’s college I attended required you pass a swimming test to graduate. You had to dive in and perform four identifiable strokes . I passed the test given at the end of the class, but only because they counted the froglike cannonball I performed as a dive. After a semester of practicing I had finally learned those four strokes.

Now I sat watching my little guy fussing at the instructor when she pried his hands away from the wall to practice making ice cream scoop hands while she held him like a football at her side. He was supposed to be trying to kick that the same time, but it was hard to scoop, kick and fuss at the same time.

When he was returned to the wall he was supposed to practice kicking while facing the wall. Every now and then one little foot would lift high enough to create a small splash in the water. The other children had tsunamis flowing from the wakes of their kicks. JDaniel never seemed to notice them.

I wanted to jump up and encourage him. I wanted to praise the tiny kicks and challenge him to create big splashes , but I remained by the wall. It wasn’t time for me to teach him. He needed to learn from his swim teachers and the other children around him.

As class wore on they shifted from stroking and kicking on their bellies to lying of their backs when it was their turn with the instructor.

JDaniel struggled to trust that the teacher would hold on to him. He would pull his head up and try to twist onto his belly. The patient teacher would turn him back over and carefully pull his head back. While I am sure she wanted him to kick, she slowly glided his still tense body around the pool encouraging him to relax.

When he once again return to the wall, he would look towards me and I would give him virtual high fives and thumbs up. I wanted to him to know I acknowledge the small victory he had achieved by laying in the teacher’s arms and relaxing if only for a few minutes.

During JDaniel’s time in the pool I had a chance to pause and think about this fear of water that I have and the other fears that I have carried at various times in my life. They are just like JDaniel learning to float on his back. He tries to hand over the fear to the teacher and trust that she will keep him safe, but he can’t completely. He ends up with one arm wrapped around the teacher’s neck. He ends up trusting himself and the his ability to hold on tight to her.

I hope for his sake and for mine that we can both let go of this fear and the others that come up in life. I hope we will trust that we will make it through them and be able to let them float away.

I am linking this post to Pour Your Heart Out on Things I Can’t Say!