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We have an appointment at the specialist. At $6 a minute we cannot afford to be late. Every second counts. I make careful advance preparations to ensure that everyone will be on time. Since my children do not do well when hurried, I start well in advance.
We have a number of fairly standard obstacles to overcome; using the bathroom, a certain degree of cleanliness, fully clothed bodies, hand entertainment and or talismen, shoes, enter car, use seat belt.
“Nonna” will remain at home, alone. As a result I deem it fit to add a couple of additional safety precautions. Just prior to departure I shall leave enough spare time to ensure that she has all the things that she might just possibly “need” or that she may require assistance with, plus a few additional minutes to ensure that my message is clearly “understood,” as hearing aide usage is a crap shoot.
I think hard to check whether there is any possibility that I have skipped a step. I am confident that we are on track and aiming at the target.
I am calm.
I am in control.
Everything will be fine.
We commence our sequencing in an orderly fashion, step by step by step we slowly gain formation. All variables are taken into account. We move into range with a little shimmy here and there, but still within the proscribed parameters. We track gently along the projected path until task completion is within our grasp.
I manovre with care, overcoming obstacles, detouring around cul-de-sacs and bypassing blind alleys. Gentle encouragement here, pressing on the brakes over there as we steadily tip toe towards the goal. We teeter towards the target, gaining momentum, limbering up, synapses snapping and muscles moving.
I hold the door handle to open the flood gates and hit the automatic garage opener just as Nonna appears in the framework:- “Maddy can you just turn on the BBC for me please?” ……….before she’s finished her sentence my son escapes from the bathroom, stitchless and roars into the darker recesses of the house, his brother trips over the step and tumbles onto the concrete floor, bowling his sister over in the process.
There is a very loud weeping, wailing and gnashing of retainers in all directions.
Today I should very much like to recommend this site to you called “Slurping Life “ as well as this post called ” FASD “ which you can also read over here on “5 Minutes for Special Needs,” as a little more awareness never hurt anyone last time I checked.