a very big adventure, in my head. I enjoy a lot of big adventures, and ideals in my head, like being tidy, and fit, writing novels, painting daydreams, visiting the Red Woods with all of my loved ones, organizing a holiday closet, with a cupboard just for table cloths, giving away bicycles, and building things, ideas, dreams. I let a pocketful of Smarties go through the wash, the dryer. I can't remember names, or the very important things on the list I made of very important things. I can't find the list. Physics is her favorite science subject, and I will just write that down, as though it were in her baby book of milestones and memories.
Max has loved both physics and math, as well as poetry, welding, forging, mentoring, teaching, Magic the Gathering, cooking, and music. I have something special to share. Max's internship is almost over. He has been programming for a gaming company all summer. It's been from home, with online activities for socialization, but mostly a lot of challenging experiences, learning new languages, and about corporate culture. This has been special enough, but the latest news is that he was offered the chance to stay, as a contract employee. He's accepted the offer. He's happy, and he's coping as he grows... graphics programmer was never his plan, or dream. He's always been diligent and focused on the task at hand: school, the next class, the next assignement, but without much certainty about what might come next, what could be possible. I shouldn't give the impression that he didn't think about these things, it's only that he wasn't committed to a particular career path. Now he is immersed in a field that is challenging, interesting, and gives him an opportunity to put into practice the skills and instincts he has to reason, to create, to solve problems, and share ideas, concepts, solutions. For my part, I love that he landed some place where he can put his skills to use, apply them and enjoy cutting edge opportunities to learn more, and all of this in an environment where he is appreciated by smart people who are considerate, creative, supportive, and encouraging.
It's his journey now, I know, and I am at risk of over-stepping... I don't assume I know everything he thinks or feels about this, but as a Mom, as someone who has been in his corner, advocating, hopeful, I feel joy, I feel relief, and gratification for this outcome. At some point our children, and all of the good and hard things we navigate with them, become seperate from us. For some families this is easier, or more defined... like when their children turn 18, or go off to college. When there is neurodiveristy involved, Autism, the lines blurr, the timeline will not be typical. We have always had to make our own way, and Max has honored me with an open, respectful, appreciative relationship. I don't intend to overshare what is his story, his personal details, but I will mark this time as meaningful to me, because we have come to a very good, and hard won place, overcoming societal obstacles, roadblocks, and challenges. Autism, in the end, was never as difficult to live with, as what the world expected, or refused to accomodate. It's no small accomplishment that Max is where he is, and after everything, this moment is sweeter than many could imagine.
Friday, September 03, 2021
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
One more post for August 2021, and then we begin September. And tell me, please, I am not the only one who is a bit astonished about this. You know, I have a label on this blog for about any subject imaginable, but the missing label is for all the posts and mentions of me being astonished, shocked, surprised, kerfuffled about the passage of time. I am predictable, and easily flummoxed over simple, forseeable things. petrichor. Cats, and humans, all were up on the covered balcony, watching the sky and enjoying the show. The cats under the bed, because thunder and lightning are too rare, and they didn't know what to make of it. We loved it. And when the wildest bits of it blew through, Geoff and I went for a walk. The wind kept up, and we got rained on a little bit. It was wonderful, and it smelled not only like dry earth waking up to water, but like a tropical garden, plumeria, dampness, like the world when it's washed, enlivened. outing Geoff and I enjoyed last week piqued William's interest, and we decided to head back to Julian, including the hardware store in Santa Ysabel, Manzanita Supply. William is not about to pass up on visiting an antique shop and hardware store... the combination is too ideal! And the execution is definitely worth the stop. Ryan and Krystin are keeping the historic site stocked like a genuine general store, from candy jars, to bolts of fabric, with paint and brushes, deer fencing, shovels, and canning supplies. I enjoyed the displays of locally made things like candles, soaps, decorative bowls, and those darling mini quilts made of yoyos! I picked up some postcards, a candle meant to evoke a day in Cuyamaca, and another handful of Smarties! These treats will not stay in my dress pocket, this time. This time we did get a pie, a Mom's Pie, and brough it home for all. There are a lot of pie bakers in Julian, and I don't want to start any feuds, but Mom's Apple Boysenberry Crumb? It's a favorite!