Never underestimate the importance of planning. This is particularly important when planning any event involving a 5 year old, a “tweenie” and a child on the spectrum. This is where you put all those skills from those long forgotten training courses at work into practice. You know the type of skills – the ones you think you will never use. Well think again!
Before each family outing I have a vision of how it is going to go. The type of vision that mirrors the perfect family outing that you see televised on the Christmas adverts. Everyone trooping back into the house with lovely smiley faces from a beautiful long walk, happy smiles, glowing faces! Experience has taught me not to mix fantasy with reality as then you won’t be disappointed! Reality usually consists of winging, whining, shouting and the adults longing to go home after the first 10 minutes.
After one particular fractious outing (we were only going for lovely walk in a nature reserve in Norfolk), my sister and I have decided to carry out a thorough analysis of the proposed event and plan for every eventuality that can go wrong. That way we can then be equipped in advance and have a ready solution to the problem in hand!
We have also found that planning for after the event is as equally important as planning for the event. I quite favour a nice dry Sauvignon Blanc perhaps a Chablis or if I’m feeling “flush” I may even treat myself to a Sancerre. My sister tends to favour a Chardonnay. But whatever takes your fancy the big decision is wine bottle v’s wine box . Quality v’s quantity ! In any case, find a nice quiet room, relax and start planning for the next day out!
Mum’s united (a bit like a football team but with more players!)
My first endearing memory of my son is late at night when we were back on the delivery ward. My red-haired bundle was swaddled up lying in his plastic cot and he was looking at me! Odd I thought, why is my baby not asleep like all the others? By that time I was too tired to really think about it. But that sums it up – all the other dear little cherubs appeared to be asleep but mine was most definitely alert…… and watching!
Did I realise at that stage my son was a little bit different? Not at all. I had absolutely no experience of children. I had never even held a baby until I had my own. It was only our lovely, supportive Pre-School teacher who picked up almost immediately that Samuel was on the spectrum. But that was Continue reading
It can’t be often that you get inspiration from watching the Eurovision Song Contest. But that is what happened to me. It really was a lightbulb moment!
When I went to bed that night I had this overwhelming desire to write a poem about my little girl. It wasn’t a very good one. I hadn’t written anything since school and that was a long, long time ago. I then thought I can’t leave Samuel out so I wrote another poem. This one was much better. It isn’t very “deep” it just captures a snapshot in time. Which is really what it was. It was a memory of my boy on holiday playing in the rock pools.
If you like it let me know. If you write as well leave a comment.
Sun gleamed head
My Neptune of the beach;
Enthralled by sea-drops
plays across his hands.
An innocent delight
In natural jewels.
by the sun-warmed pool.