The last day of summer

School starts tomorrow, and I must say it's not a moment too soon.  I don't like summer.  I never have, and I don't think I ever will.  These last few weeks of summer with Janey have felt brutal.

I of course feel right away I must modify that.  There have certainly been worse times with Janey, many times, times when she was a lot more unhappy or manic or angry.  But in terms of sheer endlessness, these few weeks have few equals.

I have been taking the advice of a lot of my friends I've met here, and I thank them for it.  I've been trying to be easier on myself in terms of what gets us through the day.  TV is what gets us through a lot of days, and I realized lately I have a tremendous amount of guilt about that.  TV equals bad parenting, in my mind.  But in some ways, that is a selfish view, because for Janey, TV equals happiness, often.  She adores her shows.  Her default position in the house is in front of the TV, standing up and dancing and jumping.  She has strong opinions about shows, and even episodes of shows.  It's not random watching.  She'll get an idea she wants to see some certain episode, and she uses every bit of her available communication tools to let me know which one---a combination of phrases, pointing, and sometimes screaming.  I am pretty sure she knows all the dialogue of her favorite episodes of shows by heart.  She knows when the scary parts are coming up---she'll start screaming in advance (and by scary parts I mean often very, very mild scary, about as scary as Kipper or Angelina the Ballerina or the like gets).  She interacts with the shows, more than with people.  So---I am trying to relax and accept that.  But I'll admit it.  I feel like a bad mother when the day is mostly TV, often.

I think what most frustrates me is how hard it is to go anyplace outside the house with Janey.  It's partly that I get cabin fever, although I have a large tolerance for going no-place, but I do have my limits.  I want to get out of the house, but with Janey, it's so hard.  It's a tough thing to admit to myself that it just really isn't safe for me to take her most places on my own.  It might be fine for 95% of the time, but the 5%, when she gets upset and starts to freak out, and screams and bites her arms and sometimes, once in a while, lashes out at me or at possibly even someone else---that is not a good scene.  Taking Janey places is a two or more person job.  If there is backup, it can be great.  I'm thinking about our trip to Ohio, or the wedding, or visiting Maryellen.  If there's two people around or more, we've had some very successful outings.  But these weeks, it's been just me, and that's tough.  Again, I'll admit that makes me feel guilty.  I have an overactive inner voice, one that says "You are just lazy.  You aren't trying hard enough.  You just want to stay home and sit around"  I think it's time I told that inner voice to shut up and look at the facts.

We do one trip every day---the short walk to the "ice cream store", the convenience store near us.  I've been remembering the wise words of many of you, and realizing that to Janey, this is a special thing, a routine she loves, even if it might not seem like one to me.  She loves all the steps---getting shoes on, me talking about what I need to do before the walk, the short walk to the store, during which she only needs to hold my hand a little, the time in the store, making the choice from the rows of chips or the freezers of ice cream, going to the counter, getting attention from the cashiers (they seem to be an extended family from Bangladesh, and they are very sweet to Janey) my prompting her to say "thank you" or "goodbye", the walk home, the time in the back yard eating her treat---when I think about it, it's a lot of social skills and self-help skills tied up in a short time.

So, when I think about it, these weeks have probably been harder on me than Janey.  I think Janey is okay.  It's me that is stir crazy and sick of kids' TV and wanting to be able to go into another room without fearing toileting accidents or food thrown all over.  That is why I think of the first day of school as Mother's Christmas---forgive me the sacrilege.  I talked to Janey's teacher for the year yesterday.  It's her first man teacher, and the same teacher she had over the summer, the husband of the ABA supervisor who has been one of the most wonderful people I've worked with in the schools over the years, and he seems like a wonderful teacher.  I am looking forward to Janey's 6th grade.  I think she is too, as much as she looks forward to things.  So I say goodbye to the summer of '16.  I won't say good riddance, but I will say I'm ready for that goodbye.

The Wedding

On Saturday, I was part of a very special wedding.  I was the matron of honor for my dear friend Julie as she married Craig.  These was a love story that started 37 years ago, when Julie and Craig (and I) started high school.  They both right away developed huge crushes on each other, but never dated.  Life and the ups and downs and highs and lows happened, and then they reconnected and fell in love.  I am so happy for them both.

Julie, her mother and her dog--all lovely!

Being part of their wedding was something that a few years ago, I couldn't have done.  I am so glad that Janey is at a place now that I could.  Still, I was a bit worried how it all would go.  I went up to Maine last Wednesday, so Tony had Janey alone for a few days.  He came up Friday, as did the boys, and we all went to a pre-wedding party on Friday night.  Julie and Craig were married just after dawn on Saturday (the rest of the family didn't get up for that part, but I was there, and actually flew into the ceremony, held on pontoon boats in the middle of a lake, on a sea plane with Julie---the first time I've flown in 30 years, and yes, I was terrified, but it was an amazing ride and a huge surprise to everyone waiting to see how Julie was going to get to the ceremony!) Then the reception was Saturday afternoon, at a lovely converted barn in the country.  So there was a lot for Janey to be part of and a lot for Tony, especially, and the boys to help her through, as I wasn't available a lot of the time.

Janey dancing with the best man

How did it go?  It went very well!  Overall, it was fantastic.  A huge part of that was the extreme kindness of everyone toward Janey.  Maine's slogan is "The Way Life Should Be".  Being from Maine, I know that there are parts of life there, like anywhere else, that are not the way life should be, but in terms of how Janey was welcomed---it was the way I'd like life to be for her.  She wasn't just tolerated, she was welcomed and included and delighted in.  I can't even think about it without tears.  At the party Friday night, the older brother of a high school friend taught her a cheer and showed her the lobsters that were going to be cooked and tried to get her to try a steamed clam.  A friend and employee of Julie's danced with her and showed her how to waltz.  Julie's nieces all made a point to talk to her.  At the reception, I can't even say how many people danced with her, talked with her, asked me about her and just plain made us all feel so welcome.  

Janey on the dance floor--her favorite place!

I have been lucky in that rarely has Janey been treated badly by the public, but there's a difference between not being treated badly and being truly included and befriended.  It's one thing to not stare, to tolerate, and a fully other thing to seek out a child like Janey, to see what makes her happy, to go into her world.  That is what I wish there was much more of in this world---not tolerance, but true inclusion.

Freddy and Janey taking a walk at the reception

Of course, every day isn't a party or wedding.  The reception was like a perfect storm for Janey, especially in that there was dancing!  Janey didn't want to leave the dance for, literally.  She screamed and pulled back when those dancing with her tried to take short breaks!  Tony and Freddy danced with her for LONG periods!  I never knew my husband and son could cut it up quite that well.  William and Freddy took Janey for lots of walks when she wasn't dancing, so Tony could truly enjoy himself at the reception too.  I was never prouder of my boys.  So many people commented on how good they are with Janey.

A rare picture of my whole family and my parents

Now---back to reality.  It's the few weeks before school starts.  It seems from Facebook like everyone else in the world is already back to school, but Janey doesn't start until the Thursday after Labor Day, so we have some time to fill.  It wasn't a bad summer, overall.  Summer school went well, we had the great trip to Ohio and this great past weekend.  Even so, I am always ready for school to start in earnest!

I'll close with many, many good wishes and lots of love to Julie and Craig, and to everyone who was so kind to us this past weekend!