Max loves swimming

Max loves swimming
Max is a Special Olympics Swimmer

Monday, December 10, 2012

Thanksgiving vs Foxhole


It didn't become apparent to me until after the last dish was rinsed on Thanksgiving Day and the relatives and friends had left that Max disappeared downstairs during dinner. I looked over the photos several times trying to find one of Max and there were none. It was as if he was a fox going down into his foxhole or den to escape from everything and anybody.
I have noticed over the past couple of months that Max has been isolating himself from others.
His world has become smaller in some ways. My I pad, our computer and sometimes the Wii have become his obsession. I have other friends who have shared their concern about their child who has autism and also desires the same world as Max. They shared with me the frustrations with how difficult it is to get them away from the technical world, and learning to develop people skills and interacting.
I have noticed that the internet has overpowered the thought of having a face to face conversation. We don’t call or send a message even through email anymore.
 It’s all done with a text message or facebook.
Max's speech herapist is trying to get him to say hi to at least two people a week at school. Each Monday when has therapy she will ask him if he said hi to anyone. His response is. "I was busy or I was in a hurry when I walked down the hallway to class."
I have wondered how many other typical children say hi in the hallway or if they just send a text message through their phone or facebook instead.
Max doesn’t have a cell phone, facebook or email address.
Max is in the first stages of puberty and I have notice changes him in the past two months. Changes in his height and shoes size which he wears a bigger shoe than his father and oldest brother. He is more interested in our family conversations, but less likely to want to be around groups of people. He does love his orchestra class and enjoys performing at the concerts.
Life is good with Max apart of it. He gives warmth that brings comfort to my soul.  He helps me to stay grounded in seeing what really matters in life. It's that one sweet smile, a tight hug, and words, "I love you."
 
 
It's hard to believe this was six months ago when Max graduated from sixth grade.

We have a new visitor.

Knock, knock...
Who's there?
Elf...
Elf who?


Elf Jerry, who loves you!
Max loves his elf  and he decided to name him Jerry. Malachi, Max's brother wanted to name him Pippin. So we call him Jerry Pippin. Max wrote Jerry a letter and ask him some question.
I was surprised when Max showed me the letter right before he went to bed.

Here is the letter.


Jerry wrote back and told Max that his favorite color was red and that he doesn't mind being called Jerry or Pippin.