I hate to shop. Most of my shopping is done online. However, GB will be 8 in 5 weeks. This year, she decided she wanted to have her party at M*chaels A*ts and Cr*fts. And she decided that she was going to have a mixed party- I was thinking boys and girls, she was thinking ASD and non ASD (her words). Part of having the party at the craft shop is going to pick out the craft to be done at the party. This is what we did today.

GB had already decided that making chef hats was the best project. Unfortunately, the craft store didn’t have any. The young woman from the store, who had been directed to help us, started by showing us several finished projects from other parties. GB wasn’t looking at the projects or listening to the woman. She had caught sight of a large rack of thick, sparkly paper and that was all  she could focus on. I took the opportunity to tell the store employee that GB had special needs and this was going to take a while. I let GB admire the paper and identify all the beautiful colors it came in. Our guide managed to point out the jewelry making stuff on the next aisle, and GB darted over to look. I pointed out that some of the boys might not enjoy making jewelry and that it might to difficult for some of the other kids to handle the small jewelry fittings. She agreed and reluctantly left the sparkling jewels behind.

The guide started talking about making jeweled treasure boxes. GB excitedly followed her and I thought maybe  this wouldn’t be so hard after all. Not so. She hadn’t even reached the wood treasure boxes when a number of three legged stools, one already decorated, caught her attention. She was sure they were perfect; I had to tell her at $15 a piece, they were out of budget. It took a couple of minutes, but she did accept it.

We went through mugs, bird houses, picture frames, soap making, bulletin boards, shirts, safari helmets, and butterflies. At that point, we had been at it over an hour. I spied a large bag of craft bling! and showed it to GB. She fell in love with it! I told her if she could find a project that could use the bling!, we would buy it. In less than 10  minutes, she had found medium size canvas bags, in various colors. To add to the bling!, we bought 5 colors of puffy paint and a bottle of silver glitter paint.

We took everything up to the cash register to pay. GB was happy and chattering and our guide was boxing our stuff as she rang it up. She was about half done when GB noticed the young women was crying. GB does not have an inside voice, so when she told me, she announced it to the whole store. The manager came out, helped finish up our order, and then took his employee into his office. I hustled GB out and spent the ride home explaining to her, that since I didn’t know our guide, I didn’t know why she was crying, and at any rate it was none of our business. I paused to see how far I got and GB took the opportunity to inform me that her teacher said she was kind and compassionate and that was a good thing. Trying to explain boundaries to a child with GB’s deficits is not easy. She is asleep. I may try again tomorrow.

Turning 56 and my RADishes

Anonymous said…
That means she has RAD? Jeepers, all of my kids did stuff like that when they were little. All three of my own personal kids that I grew in my own personal body from tools that my husband and I had lying around the house and whom we loved and cared for from the moment the were born. I better call them up and tell them they have RAD. Two are in very good colleges and one is at the stable, riding her horse. They’re going to be so surprised. This comment appeared in response to this post . Obviously the reader was reading the post in isolation.Yesterday, I turned 56. My husband made the mistake of trying to celebrate it.  Rad was with us. Hope had three “accidents”, including one wear she stood in the living and said “I pee” and proceeded to do so. During the day, she looked me in the eye and said “I don’t like you”, which was followed with an elbow to my face. She caught me off guard and it hurt. I was on guard the rest of the day. She tried headbutting, the running tackle, pushing me from behind, and the good old  fashion kick. Every time GB tried to give me a birthday hug, Hope was pushing her off me.  We had more meltdowns yesterday than in the previous 10 days. GB was hyper and teary. It took her until 10:30 PM to fall asleep. I am glad we see the shrink tomorrow- GB is not stable and hasn’t been most of the summer. I remember when my first family was growing up and every special occasion was cause for a melt down. I hadn’t appreciated how much better everything had gotten until Hope brought us back to where we started.