midgeling: life in a shoe.

I took the kids to tae kwon do. Chace has no uniform bottoms and Harley has no belt.

03/16/05:

"You know, because your son is autistic..."

Yeah, so my thoughts are going to be somewhat rambling and weird right now. Just be glad you aren't here with me at work, wondering why this person in your meeting is being such a freak. Okay, I only cried a couple of times so far. Not much, mostly quiet tears and a bit of sniffling.

No, my son is not dying. He does not have a serious or life threatening illness. The school psychologist intern called and we chatted a bit. She is a very nice woman, and I believe that she is good at what she does, and shows an interest in my son, as well as the other childre she has been involved with at the schools.

03/17/05:

I had a meeting at Chace's school today about his Individual Education Plan. The people at his school are great, and things are okay. I still am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he has been Labeled.

I know. It is no big deal. His Apserger's isn't near as bad as it could be. He is making improvements and developing every day. But as a mother, I wast to scream and beat someone because I don't want him to have to deal with all the crap that icky people may end up throwing at him because he isn't wired like everyone else.

But screw everyone else. My son at his most odd times is a hell of a lot better behaved, smarter and sweeter than some of the "normal" or "average" kids out there. I can think of a few hellions offhand that I have seen running around that could use an ass kicking. I wouldn't change anything about Chace for all the money in the world. I couldn't ask for a better son, so I am thankful for that.