At this time of year, when Spring has arrived officially, I tend to catch a mental presentation of the e.e. cummings poem [in Just–] – not because I wish to engage upon an analysis of its structure or meaning, but just because I tend to think of the world being “puddle-wonderful” at this time of year.
Even when it’s cold and the forecast for tomorrow includes snow. Inches of it.
Spring is a time when I evaluate progress. I don’t know why; it’s just my thing, I guess. Today, I am thinking about my kids.
David, the elder, is in his second semester of classes at the local Community College. He has not chosen to learn to drive (putting my kid behind the wheel of a deadly machine when he doesn’t want to be there is not my idea of a necessity) but has learned to successfully navigate the public transportation system out here. It takes a while, but he gets where he needs to go. It wasn’t something I knew how to do at his age! He is a wonderful big brother, a help around the house, and my biggest worry about him is that he won’t find a summer job that will suit.
My younger son is finishing up fifth grade. The previous SAD treatment I had begun earlier this year (vitamin D supplements and a sun lamp) did not succeed entirely in keeping him happier. They were doing the job until we all got the ‘flu (not fun) but afterward, things have been harder for him, even with the vitamin supplements and lamp. We’re looking into educational opportunities for him for middle school. It’s not going to be easy for anyone, no matter what is decided upon on that matter.
Autism isn’t something one grows out of, you see. It’s really something one learns to work with and through and adjust for in the course of the day-to-day. But before one can do that, one has to see the need to do so. And, for some people with autism, that need isn’t apparent. It’s rather a challenge. Son-the-Younger is apt (as are most children) to see things only through his perspective initially. He lacks certain filters that most neurotypical folks acquire subconsciously as they grow up. Teaching him about these filters, about alternative perspectives, is done deliberately – but not always to good effect.
So, here in Spring, 2013, I am once again doing my best to provide balance to my home, to provide what is required to my children and most excellent spouse, and to make sure that I’m taking care of my own inner-Sandi at the same time. Because it’s true, what they say:
If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
I sit and prepare for worship, thankful that no matter what season it is, how frustrated I may sometimes grow, that I am loved and that God himself deemed me worth saving. Spring is a time of renewal, no matter how cold it might be, and like the folks in Jerusalem a long time ago, I can say,
Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest heaven!
– Mark 21:9
This has been rather a rambling sort of post, I know. But as any parent knows, each day comes with its various influences and multitasking as one sifts through them is part of the job description. I lead worship in my home, today, and pray for the educational issues of my children as well as the other concerns of our family. Tomorrow, the LIST will touch on matters ranging from Easter Sunday to new shoelaces to prepping for dinner.
It’s Spring. The world is a busy place and I’m just another woman smiling into the sunshine in a puddle-wonderful world.