Today has been a good day. David's been lucid, calm, relaxed. He's been a very good boy, and I am proud of him.
He's been so good, in fact, I am seriously thinking of taking him to the park, as it is such a beautiful day outside: sunny, bright blue skies, cool, northerly breezes, just perfect late summertime weather.
This is Terri, David's mother. I have my good days and my bad days. This past weekend was a total disaster: David had two bad meltdowns, and one of them was in public, at church. I was so mortified, I could have fallen right through the floor. Now I am ashamed to set my face in church again, for fear what people may say to me about my son.
David is so unpredictable: this is what makes parenting him so hard because you never know how he is going to react when around other people. Sometimes he is so loving and well behaved, it's like he's a completely different child, while at other times, he's stimming again or throwing a hissy fit about the simplest little thing!
Remember the little boy I was telling you about, the little boy who was on America's Got Talent, the little boy with autism? Well, he got voted off during the top forty eliminations; it about broke my heart. He did such a good job; I don't know why or understand why they had to let him go. He was much better than some of the acts who were still in the competition!
The little four year old girl named Kaitlyn Ashley Maher is still in it; in fact, she's advanced to the top ten, which is something of a surprise. She is good, as far as being in tune and stuff, but she's only a little girl; she doesn't have near the experience as some of the older, more established acts do. If she goes any higher, I will be very surprised!
Well, I am going to start going to a support group for people with children who have special needs. It will be most beneficial to me because then I won't feel so alone, and I will meet other parents who may be going through the same things as I am. I am really looking forward to it; the first meeting is this Wednesday night at eight, at my neighbor Chloe's house.
Chloe has a son with spinal muscular atrophy. Her son's name is Clark, and at the age of six, he can't walk or talk; he breathes with a ventilator, and to see him in this sad condition is enough to break anyone's spirit; however, Clark is a brave, very loving little boy with a gigantic personality that makes up for his limitations.
She was the catalyst in getting this group started. I think it is a very good idea, if you ask me.
Well, David's calling, so I'd best go. I guess he suspects that we're going out; he's getting excited. I will write in here again soon; until next time, take care and God bless!
~Terri, David's mom.
