I have met many mothers whose lives are both challenged and enriched by their child who is affected by autism. Although it does not affect my girls, there is a very high incidence of autism related to mitochondrial disease. In honor of Autism Awareness Month, I wanted to share this story of mine that was published in A Cup of Comfort for Parents with Autism. ( Note that feeling more private at the time, I had changed the girls name for national publication.)The stories are inspiring and true, the real, shared emotions soothing to a parent who may feel alone. This book makes a great gift and will be appreciated by any family living with autism . You can purchase it online at the link above,on Amazon or it is most often available at your local bookstore. ( This I know as Olivia checks each bookstore we visit!)
have met many mothers whose lives are both challenged and enriched by their child who is affected by autism. Although it does not affect my girls, there is a very high incidence of autism related to mitochondrial disease. In honor of Autism Awareness Month, I wanted to share this story of mine that was published in A Cup of Comfort for Parents with Autism. ( Note that feeling more private at the time, I had changed the girls name for national publication.)The stories are inspiring and true, the real, shared emotions soothing to a parent who may feel alone. This book makes a great gift and will be appreciated by any family living with autism . You can purchase it online at the link above,on Amazon or it is most often available at your local bookstore. ( This I know as Olivia checks each bookstore we visit!)
Sara’s First Friend
The gray sidewalks that border my daughter’s school playground are filled with chalk drawings. Today, the kindergarten chalk artists have yet to begin their detailed daily pastel drawings. As we enter the playground area, my daughter Samantha, her red ponytails bouncing, runs ahead to place her backpack in line outside her classroom door. Sara, her little sister, slows the quick pace of her walker as she looks down studying the chalk
Finally as Sarah & I reach the end of the long sidewalk, we find our place,. Leaning against the wall that parallels the playground, we watch the five-
, and my favorite Gap T-shirt I sit “criss-cross applesauce” style, clutching my commuter mug. I drink the hot coffee greedily . mentally double- , or enough attention because of Sara’s demanding needs. This is my morning routine. Sitting here staring at my very different daughters, trying to imagine Sara on this playground two years from now, and questioning what our future will be.
I have mastered the role of being Sara’s advocate. I believe this is inexplicitly entwined with the responsibility of being her mother. I think back for a moment when life was simple, when I was more carefreebefore my heart began to hurt,before that life-defining moment. I was in the shower, that day, indulging in the extravagant luxury of deep
- or evenrequesting anything. She was much delayed. It took a year to get physicians to pay attention. I flew across the country and sought the care of a special neurologist at the Cleveland Clinic. The primary diagnosis is mitochondrial disease, the secondary neurological diagnosis followed later that year.
On this early morning, my daughters are separated by twenty feet of sidewalk and ten square feet of playground sand. But I know of the other veryreal and vast differences that place my daughters’ worlds apart. Although Sara’s physical disability is visible, her neurological issues are not. Sara uses a walker to lend strength to her weakened muscles. There is however, no crutch or physical aide to help her with her other features. There is no outward sign to tell others that she has a neurological impairment, a different weakness with unique challenges of its own. She experiences anxiety, awkwardness, andbehavior challenges, she can be very uncooperative
- these are the things that cause other mothers to look, whisper and even comment, offering unsolicited advice.
When the first morning school bell rings, Samantha runs over to us and kisses Sara and me goodbye
. a wet sloppy kiss on the mouth for me and a nose rub for Sara. Samantha has learned that Sara prefers this softer less sensory- . Samantha rushing off to experience life while Sara stays behind.
Each morning as we stand against this wall, I watch Sara watching Samantha play-and every morning I wish for the same thing. I wish that someday, Sara will be comfortable in an environment like this
Sara is blessed to have many “friends” in her life-people outside our home that truly care about her
- want the best for her and have great confidence in her abilities. There is Robin, Sara’s speech therapist, Atalie, her physical therapist and Michelle her occupational therapist. Not only do these “friends ” teach her physical skills to strengthen her muscles, they also teach her how to play with toys, initiate social interaction, follow routines and respond socially in simple situations. Abilities her sister developed naturally, these areskills Sara will have to learn.
Today, Sara points to the children rushing by us and says “me”
.Surprised and excited, I bend down and look into her face. Eye to eye, I question the meaning of this spontaneous use of language. I am on my knees, waiting patiently for Sara to show me what she meant. I feel a tap on my back and I turn and stand up to greet our neighbor, Tracy and her three
We talk of our husband’s long work hours, recipes for gourmet dinners and dirty laundry, and I feel as thoughI am miles away from the complex therapy schedules, vitamin supplements, medical bills and emotional worry that fill my world. I am a typical mom, just beginning my day
. standing in the school parking lot . Visiting with a neighbor- carefree.
Relaxed and preparing to say goodbye, I look down at Sara. She has been walking beside us in her walker, quietly regarding Tracy and Katie. Suddenly, she is leaningagainst her walker for balance, and Katie is reaching for Sara’s hand, and for a moment Sara lets her hold it. Then, amazingly she leans toward Katie
, and rubs her nose to the tip of hers. An Eskimo kiss; she imitates the kiss goodbye her sister gave her moments ago.
The sun shines brightly, and I am shielding my eyes from the glare. My fingers form a half fortress wall, protecting the tears that are pooling in my eyes. I feel a warmth in my chest and I recognizethis unfamiliar feeling
, is unexpected joy. It leaves me with a sense of contentment, yet I feel strangely energized.In a gesture of celebration and hope, I put my arm around Tracy’s shoulders and pull her into a hug. I lean down and brush Sara’s cheek lightly with my lips. Her rosebud lips offer me a subtle, shy smile. And I know,-thatshe knows. Sara has found her first friend.
Suzanne Perryman is the publisher of a consumer crafts magazine ., a passionate and advocating mother of two girls, and a community volunteer for Raising Special Kids Arizona. She resides in Scottsdale, Arizona with her husband Bruce, and is also the AZ Chapter President for the United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation.( As published in 2006)