At 42 Degrees

At 42 Degrees

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Lessons In Futility,...

After church this Sunday we stopped by Walmart with just about everyone else in town to pick up a few supplies for the coming week. Our local Walmart has a McDonald's inside and my husband reported that as soon a he and Isaac approached the counter the cashier smiled and automatically said:

"Small hamburger - no ketchup or mustard!"

"Yep," my husband answered, because he knows it is futile to order anything else, as Isaac can't tolerate - a soggy - hamburger bun. 



While my guys were noshing - plain burgers - I shopped for milk, eggs, bananas and other necessities like chocolate chip cookies for Isaac's tea parties,...because chocolate chip cookies are the only type cookies, aside from homemade oatmeal, and graham crackers that Isaac will eat,...it is futile to hand Isaac an Oreo,...he'll merely hand it back with a "please-don't-insult-my-intellgence" look,...


As a reward for very good behavior at the check outs,...we stopped by the Game Room,...which was surprisingly empty for such a busy store,...


Isaac did big eyes,....


And our tidy little guy handed me his napkin,...


But it was futile to expect a quarter today,...today was not a quarter day,...it was just a let's-stretch-our-legs-for-a-moment-before-the-ride-home day,...because quarters don't grow on trees. 


Lessons in Futility,...poking buttons just exercises your fingers,....


Mashing buttons doesn't help either,....


Such a puzzlement,...clearly the machine is broken,....but Isaac wasn't heart broken,...he did a few more laps around the small room,...zooming about in his very special style,...until he was ready to go home and catch up on a little light reading,....



When we went to pick Isaac up from the Children's Department after church,...the police officer who guards the door,...laughed and held up a finger, "Only one escape today." -- meaning Isaac darted out of his classroom - bent on wandering - only once while we were in service. 

It's futile to expect anything more at this point - Isaac is as he is,...but Isaac is learning and growing and maturing - and just as he was a good sport about no quarters today - we trust that he'll learn - one doesn't wander - it's not safe - and he's expected to stay in his classroom like the other children - only Isaac is not like the other children - and it's futile to expect him to be so,...Isaac is as he is,...and lessons in futility are what we are learning on a day-to-day basis.

Autism and Apraxia  are a reality that we live with, but as I write these words,...I can hear Isaac in the living room,...he's singing: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,...for the first time ever,...or rather he's been singing Twinkle Twinkle, all afternoon,...but today is the first time he's ever sang a song in its entirety so futility is not absolute,...and hope is on the horizon for our little guy,...the first song was a long time coming,...but I hear it warbling in the living room,...and if that is not hopeful,...I don't know what is,...

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













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