“You Will Become an Army for Your Child”

via The Mighty: https://www.facebook.com/Themightysite/videos/604998539647897/






One day Robert was sitting next to me while I was playing on Facebook.

I pointed to my Facebook profile photo and I asked Robert, “Robbie, what is that?”

He repeated, “What is that?”

I was disappointed because I thought, ‘he doesn’t understand’.

I said to him, “That is a tiger.”

“No, it’s not,” Robert responds.

“Yes, it’s a white tiger,” I said sadly. My heart breaking because he clearly didn’t understand what I was saying.

“No, it’s not,” he insists, “it’s a LEOPARD.”


I look at the photo again and decide to get back up and consult an expert… Google. I look up “white leopard” and sure enough… it IS a white leopard not a white tiger.

I’m a genius. Maybe I need comprehension lessons.

The Art of Manipulation

I walked into Robert’s classroom one day to pick him up. As we’re heading out the door, his teacher comes up and to me and quietly says, “We’re a little concerned about Robert.”

I got worried, “What happened?”

“Well, he is very lethargic…”

That’s odd, because I soon as he just saw me, he ran to me smiling and was jumping around. 

“…he couldn’t open the zipper to his backpack or put his folders in it. We had to do a lot of hand over hand today. Maybe his medication is making him this way.”

The teacher was referring to the ADHD medication Daytrana. It made Robert aggressive so we took him off it.

“Robert has not been on his medication for about two months, so it can’t be that. Are you sure he’s not playing you?”

“What? He’s playing us?” she asked surprised.

“Umm… yes. He hasn’t had this problem before has he?” I respond.


“If he does this again, just make him do the work. It’s his way of getting out of doing something.”

Teacher yells to her assistant, “He’s playing us!”

I then ask Robert, “Are you sneaky?”

He looks at me smiling, “Yes!”

There you have it. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from him.

The First Time

On Monday, December 31, 2012 Robert ran to me, threw himself against me, closed his eyes, and said “I love you… I love you Mom… I love you.”

Why is this important?

For the first time EVER Robert said ‘I love you’ spontaneously, without prompting.

He was almost five years old. I know the date because I wrote it down. This may not mean much to many reading this but it is monumental for me.

These small things mean the world to parents of children with autism. We take nothing for granted.

Little Ears Hear E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

I used to curse… worse than a sailor, and that’s putting it mildly. I have curbed my cursing, especially around the boys. The worse thing I’ve been saying is “Jesus Christ.” I know this can offend some people, but to me it’s about as strong as an F#@k Me (which is my favorite expression when it comes to cursing).

Yes… I am a horrible person.

Anyway… one morning Robert is sitting in front of his toy volcano, which he got for Christmas, when all of a sudden a heard his tiny voice saying “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

THAT got my attention really fast. I thought I did not hear right. I stopped what I was doing and quietly listened. Sure enough… “Jesus Fucking Christ,” comes out of his mouth again.

Michael goes to Robert and says “Robert, don’t say that. That’s bad.” He then comes to me and says really loud “Mom, Robert said Jesus Fucking Christ.”

Great!!! Now Michael is saying it too.

As autism school taught me I ignored it. As hard as it was, I ignored it.

Luckily Robert stopped saying it after three times.

I learned with the boys, if I don’t ignore what they say, they will say it over and over and over.

Yes, I curse, but I can’t remember the last time I said this. I personally think it was quite a while ago.

Uh-huh! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Thank you very much.

HOWEVER… for this… I am blaming my sister; even if she doesn’t deserve it.