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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Summer Reading Program Flop


When summer began we had high hopes to participate in our local library's summer reading program, but that plan did not materialize. Or rather it dematerialized in a fizzle when confronted with the reality of living with the complexities of apraxia and autism. 

In other words, it flopped. 

Not whining here, but each day is a challenge, such as one morning when it took me three hours to clean the kitchen after breakfast. Where did the time go? Diaper changes, giggle sessions, answering the telephone, more giggle sessions, a few reading sessions, a few cuddle sessions, hunting toys, singing, and more giggle sessions. 

Time consuming? Yes, but I rather have Isaac engaging with me than not, so lagging housework is not a problem. Stuff gets done, when it gets done. 

As for the summer reading program, I did bring home a backpack filled with library books, and we read a few, but then summer school, therapy and life got in the way and I was in such a panic about the return date on the library books, I took them back a week earlier.  It was just too stressful, and something as fun as reading should never be associated with stress. 

We'll not giving up on using the local library, we'll try and try and try again. but I can see it is going to be a process, like potty training,...

In the meantime Isaac is not hurting for books, his collection wouldn't shame a preschool class, and we read them together as often as we can. When I am not available, such as when the kitchen absolutely has to be cleaned, Isaac likes to read to himself. Or rather, he looks through the books and pointed out the alphabet, numbers, shapes and objects he recognizes.



Monday night, Isaac chose read in a laundry basket. He dragged the basket out, climbed in with his book and jabbered, jabbered, jabbered while reading each page. 

Most of Isaac's jabber was in his own dialect of Echolalian, but I caught a few colors: yellow, blue, and a few of his favorite words like: key, cat, and cookie. 


I might add it was 10:30 pm when Isaac decided to having this reading-fest, as reasonable bedtimes are also a work-in-progress. But that's OK, Isaac is making progress and the only true failure is not to try. Which brings us back to the local library's summer reading program. 

For us, it was a flop.

But, so what? 

It's not the end of the world. 

In the end, Isaac loves books, and that was the purpose of the reading program anyway. 

Slowly I am learning that living with the complexities of autism means having to look at everything through a different perspective. 

So, perhaps, in a sense, our flop was a success since the goal was achieved - just in a different way


Until I post again,...may God bless and keep you!










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