Dream a little dream

As far back as I can remember I have been a very vivid dreamer.  I can still remember dreams that I had as a child in exquisite detail and feeling.
Some dreams leave me exhausted; others, exhilarated.
In my dream state problems get worked through, stress gets relieved, events get relived, and sometimes desires get fulfilled.

I recently had a dream about I child I had worked with and whose mother founded a local autism support group.

Caden is a ridiculously beautiful boy whose dx includes Fragile X Syndrome and autism.  (You can read more about him HERE as his mom has also guest blogged for me!)

In my dream a handsome young bespectacled man in a pinstripe Oxford clothe shirt approached me and asked me if I had ever worked in the PALS program.  ( an early intervention program here in Humboldt County.)  I replied that I did and he informed me that he was Caden, the little boy who used to sit and endlessly flip through pages of books.

At once the knowledge of how far this child had come and who he was now was like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and the world in general.  In my dream I began to weep.  Tears flooded my face and my body was wracked with sobbing as I became overwhelmed with emotion.

From behind me I heard Clay and Jackson (also grown) laughing at me in a good-natured manner because I always get “so emotional”

I awoke from this dream with a renewed sense of passion and hope.  These children– ANY special needs child– need the constant hope of potential– the solid foundation of belief.  Our children need to be seen as unearthed treasures.  We need to forage and mine, dig and discover the beauty of who they are in this moment, as well as who they can grow to become.

It sounds so simple and chock full of common sense, doesn’t it?
But it’s not.
Routine can wear us down.
Setbacks can wear us down.
The sheer weight of what is needed to be there 100% day after day can wear us down.

So I invite you all to take a break.  Take a nap.
Regroup, recharge and rediscover that hope.
Focus on the beauty of the moment– the unique gifts and talents YOUR child possesses.

Dream of little Dream of beautiful future.

Destination: Hope

Today I turn my blog over to an extraordinary woman name Fatima.
She lives here in Eureka, with her husband, two boys, and two dogs she rarely has time to pet.She is extraordinary because she holds down a very grown up job (honestly…..she wears nice clothes and sits behind a desk in a fancy office……), she runs an amazing organization called FAANFamilies Advocating Autism Now that has sensory friendly movie events, gifts iPads to classrooms, and so much more.Oh yeah.  And she’s a special needs mom.
Heck.  I’m tired just reading her credentials.

I’ve been bugging her for a year or so to guest write for me.
The other day she posted about her son’s IEP and I thought: THIS is the one.  THIS is the story that needs to be told.
Why?
Because in all the autism / TSC groups I belong to– there are three letters that strike fear, terror, anger, and frustration into the hearts of special needs parents: IEP. Individual Education Plan.

THIS IEP had a happy ending.
THIS is a story of hope.
THIS is a story keeping you eye on the prize
AND?
It’s got pictures of her son, who I fell in love with when I work in the PALs program.
A little cutie patatootie sitting on the rug, flipping through pages of a book with his effervescent smile and indomitable spirit.

Readers?
May I introduce to you,
the lovely Fatima…..
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To do a guest blog or not to do a guest blog?
My goal in the beginning  of writing this was to be witty and sound semi-  intelligent, now I just want to get through it without losing my dinner. 🙂

My amazing son, Caden was diagnosed with Fragile X Syndrome at the age of one and Autism at the age of two.  He has a wonderful little brother, Tate that was diagnosed with Fragile X at the super young age of 3 months.  The road has been windy, long, scary and has had so many twists and  turns that I have wanted to get off it many times.

 The light at the end of the tunnel must not have been in service during the first 2 years ofCaden’s diagnosis. (or so we thought)

Now fast forward at least 5 years…. Caden is 8 and I can see all that he has to offer to his family, his friends, and…..
THE WORLD.
This kids is destined for greatness…..
Today was a big day for our family.
We had an IEP (individualized education plan)  meeting for Caden to be fully mainstreamed in the Fall at Washington Elementary. For those of you that don’t know what that means– Caden will be in the regular ed classroom for the day, with necessary breaks, etc., as needed.   Currently, he is in special day and is mainstreamed.You couldn’t have told me a year ago that this day would come. Not because I didn’t believe in Caden, but because I didn’t know how many roadblocks we would be up against.
 His very first IEP was with 22 people in a large conference room with the air conditioner on in January of 2009.  Who the heck needs an air conditioner in Humboldt County?  We were nervous, uncomfortable and freezing our asses off.  All we wanted to do was to make sure our son received the best possible education.
Easy? Not so much!
Three hours later, my husband and I walked out of there dumbfounded.  What the heck had just happened?  Yes, Caden had received the services that we requested, but there was so much red tape, so many unsmiling faces, just so much.. SHIT.    It was a sad day, and I remember crying for a long time that night dreaming of what our future was going to look like.
Fight after fight.   Could we handle this? Were we equipped to handle it?  Did I really even want to handle this?My, how things have changed…..In this IEP meeting we discussed Caden’s growth and also the challenges that he will face. But, as a TEAM (yes, a real team) we decided that mainstreaming him is in his very best interest. By the end of the meeting, most of us all were in tears.

Happy tears.
Caden’s aide (not a worthy name for her at all) is truly amazing and she knows when he needs her support and when he can “fly” on his own. Caden’s 2nd grade teacher has truly shown our family what I can expect for him. She has paved the way for Caden to excel in anything he chooses to do. His classmates are amazing and I will thank his teacher for the rest of her life for showing them how to accept/love/share/cherish  Caden as their friend. The sky is the limit for him and we are so blessed that we have a school that will support Caden in being the best student he can be.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” Maya Angelou
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