What I Like About You
For those you haven't had the pleasure, I'd like you to meet my daughter. (By the way, if you haven't met her, where have you been??!!)
What you should know about this girl:
She marches to the beat of a different drummer.
She doesn't care what you think about it.
One moment she'll be admiring one classmate's new lip gloss, and in the next moment she is setting up a "playdate" with boys to trade Pokemon character trading cards at the local McDonald's. (She is always surprised when her parents say she can't go.)
She doesn't find it strange that boys like to hang around her and love to talk to her at lunch.
She can't remember where she put her homework, but she can name every character in a movie and every song on her iPod playlist, nor will she forget that you told her on April 10th you would take her to see a movie.
If the name on a board game says Family 7 Mancala, that is what she will call it EVERY TIME - much to her parents' chagrin and annoyance
If it involves dance or art, she's all about it.
You won't ever find her worried about the length of her pants or if she is wearing whatever the rest of girls are wearing.
She does, however, long for a friend to giggle with, paint nails with, dance with, sing with, spend time with.
Academics comes easy, but school is hard.
She has to keep a PDA in her pocket to remember all of her assignments and a white board in her locker to remember what books to take home everyday and what day of the week it is or her mother will find herself waiting outside for a child who is never coming out because she accidentally got on the bus on the wrong day.
You have just met a preteen girl with Asperger's Syndrome.
The light of my life.
The one whom I wouldn't know what do without.
The reason I get up to go to work everyday
- for without my excellent health insurance there would be no therapy
- without my extra pay there would be no dance lessons
The reason I drive frantically around town and out of town
- without those dance lessons and competitions she would not have become the well-rounded child brimming with self confidence that you see above today.
Yes, she still drives me crazy with the incessant talking, but she comes by it honestly as I am not far removed from that gooberific girl chatting inanely about nothing. Together we drive her father blotto.
Friends meet my girl. Maybe she'll drop by and tell you a little more about herself.
What you should know about this girl:She marches to the beat of a different drummer.
She doesn't care what you think about it.
One moment she'll be admiring one classmate's new lip gloss, and in the next moment she is setting up a "playdate" with boys to trade Pokemon character trading cards at the local McDonald's. (She is always surprised when her parents say she can't go.)
She doesn't find it strange that boys like to hang around her and love to talk to her at lunch.
She can't remember where she put her homework, but she can name every character in a movie and every song on her iPod playlist, nor will she forget that you told her on April 10th you would take her to see a movie.
If the name on a board game says Family 7 Mancala, that is what she will call it EVERY TIME - much to her parents' chagrin and annoyance
If it involves dance or art, she's all about it.
You won't ever find her worried about the length of her pants or if she is wearing whatever the rest of girls are wearing.
She does, however, long for a friend to giggle with, paint nails with, dance with, sing with, spend time with.
Academics comes easy, but school is hard.
She has to keep a PDA in her pocket to remember all of her assignments and a white board in her locker to remember what books to take home everyday and what day of the week it is or her mother will find herself waiting outside for a child who is never coming out because she accidentally got on the bus on the wrong day.
You have just met a preteen girl with Asperger's Syndrome.
The light of my life.
The one whom I wouldn't know what do without.
The reason I get up to go to work everyday
- for without my excellent health insurance there would be no therapy
- without my extra pay there would be no dance lessons
The reason I drive frantically around town and out of town
- without those dance lessons and competitions she would not have become the well-rounded child brimming with self confidence that you see above today.
Yes, she still drives me crazy with the incessant talking, but she comes by it honestly as I am not far removed from that gooberific girl chatting inanely about nothing. Together we drive her father blotto.
Friends meet my girl. Maybe she'll drop by and tell you a little more about herself.
Comments
i've missed you. i heard you had a dance competition. how did that go?
i love the photo of you in your dance outfit. you are so beautiful, young missy.
i hope you are having a fun day off. be sure to eat your fair share of donuts today!
happy Easter sweetie. give James a hug for me too.
Miss Sandra
You're an amazing dancer-mom-teacher, too! I'd love to talk to you about teaching sometime. I'm sure I would learn a lot from you.
Roban
You truly are lucky and your daughter is very lucky to have you.
Hugs
Peggy
PS Have a wonderful Easter
For a while, they thought that my youngest son had some kind of autism, and epilepsy. We still don't now what his disease are.
it was touching to read about your wonderful daughter.
Ps. svømmering is (maybe) the same as swim ring? A plastic ring filled with air, for kids who like floating in the water.. :)
My friend, Saucy (bloggedy blog blog), has a preteen daughter, Loopy, with Asperger's in case you want to meet. She writes about Asperger's periodically too.
Blessings!
I like how you present Aspergers as something that makes someone unique and interesting rather than diseased.
I think my son is mildly autistic. For the most part, I see it as a gift.