Day #26. Reblog. Valuable lessons learnt.

This is still one of my favourite T stories – and is worthy of a reblog.  T just has that rogueish way about him, always has that little twinkle in his eye!  This is the story of how we met “Commander Sean”! LOL.  He still lives in our neighbourhood and still keeps a careful eye on things.  His presence and constant ‘surveillance’ has resulted in a significant reduction in roof climbing behaviours and absconding from home. God bless Commander Sean … he is more economical and efficient than most therapies we have pursued.  Gold 😀


Day #24. Reblog. My happy is different from your happy and that’s OK!

We’ve had another relaxing day today, catching up with my folks, my brother, one of my sisters, and their families.  My boys just love their cousins.  We went to a local park with a good walking track and play equipment.  The kids rode their scooters around together and laughed and chatted whilst playing on the playground.  It was a beautiful day and lovely to just watch them all enjoying themselves.

Today’s post is another reblog of a previous post about how everyone needs different things to be happy.  I think it’s important for us to remember that we are all different and that we all find different joys in life … and that’s OK.

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Day #22. Reblog. “It’s OK for parents to ask for help!”

Following a significant meltdown on Thursday afternoon at school and a very sleepless night last night, I decided that both boys would stay home today.  They spent the day with my folks and had a lovely time chatting away about their worries and so forth.  We had a very low key afternoon with long soaks in the bath and some Star Wars, and have a calm long weekend planned.  Hopefully, come next week, the wheels will be more ON the tracks than OFF.

Today’s post is a reblog from a previous post – “It’s OK to ask for Help!”  I think we all find it challenging to ask for help because it means to a degree that we have to face our vulnerabilities and admit them to others – a hard task for some.  People do actually love to help where they can – so asking for help can be a gift to yourself and to the person who is helping you out.  We’re all in this together.

Day #21. Reblog. Are you feeding the worry bug?

It’s been a really rough week so I’m afraid the next few days will be a series of reblogs of posts from previous years.  You know how the song goes?  “You’ve got to know when to hold ’em.  Know when to fold ’em”.  It’s time for me to fold ’em.

This reblog focuses on anxiety and some great apps and resources to help your child and your family to manage.




Day #20. Communication with a difference.

I’ve mentioned before that T often chooses odd ways to interact with you.  When he was younger he used to talk to us in his own language and would become very frustrated with us when we didn’t understand him.  At home, he’s also started sending me iMessages to tell me how he’s feeling or what he needs – usually from the comfort of his bed or his retreat space under it!  My favourite is when he sends only emoticons which aren’t always spot on emotionally, and particularly when he sends voice messages!  He often simply sends a voice message reply of  “uh-huh” as a hum of approval or disapproval.  Hilarious!  He has also gone through stages of communicating to us in his own sign language/ gesture which is also very challenging to decipher.  A recent example of this …

After bath time one evening this week, we all went out to the TV together and sat down to watch a bit of “Star Wars – The Force Awakens”.  We were all just settling on the lounge when T clapped his hands at me.  Then, without talking, he started performing this intricate series of movements, somewhat like mime, whilst simultaneously looking at me to ensure I was receiving this “information”.  As always, I made pathetic attempts at interpreting his free form movements which merely incensed T!  Eventually, I asked him to use words to talk to me but he continued with slightly more emphatic gesturing.

'I think he's trying to pawn his air guitar.'

‘I think he’s trying to pawn his air guitar.’

Finally, when he’d had enough of my failure to comprehend – he said (whilst re-enacting the previous gesturing!), “Mum – it’s obvious! I was being you! I was getting the wheat bag from the lounge and then I was putting it into the microwave – and then I turned the microwave on – and then I was VERY surprised when I got the wheat bag out because it was SO hot!  And then – because I was being you – I took the wheat bag out to me – and then you gave me the thumbs up and I said thanks so much, Mum!”  My reply to this was, “So what are you ACTUALLY trying to say, T?”  His response, “Mum, can you please heat up the wheat bag?”  Sheesh 🙂

'Judging by those smoke signals, they know we're here and they're not afraid of us!'

‘Judging by those smoke signals, they know we’re here and they’re not afraid of us!’