You gotta love the old English Proverb that goes to prove how ridiculous wishes can be. Sometimes wishes are just things we say out loud but don't really mean.
Today I said one of those things that while nice wouldn't actually be something I wanted. I thought "I wish Zilla was just a little more normal" even though in reality I wouldn't trade him in for a more socially acceptable version ever. I love my munchkin more than life and think he's perfect just the way he is. I'm not one of those parents looking for a "cure" for Autism because to me that's just how my son was made. That being said there are days where I long to not have to think about all the things that swim around in my head. I NEVER once thought when I was planning to have a baby that words and phrases like 'bahavior plans', IEP, 'we need strategies to deal with this issue', 'we'll call in a specialist', and on and on and on would be a part of my daily life. I've thought more about my sons education and schooling than I ever put into my own and he's only in second grade! I wouldn't ever want to change my monkey but it sure would be nice to have a little less contact with his school lol.
What prompted this awesome post is Zilla decided that instead of doing his one on one math with his teacher yesterday he'd destroy his classroom instead. His classmates then had to be cleared from the room and lost 40 minutes of instruction time while they tried to calm my child. I hate that he gets so overwhelmed that he has to lash out like that and I hate that he's the cause of such a problem for others. What I hate the most though is the feeling of helplessness I get when this happens. It'll be all be ok, his school adores him and he'll pull out of his funk like it never happened at all.