Tears are forming.

Sociologist told me today that Max will never be able to comprehend what he reads in a story. I don’t believe her. She told me his IQ, and it’s disturbing. Yes, he has autism, and yes he is unable to do what a nine year old can do, but I can say one thing, he is a valuable child of God. Oh, he can count, he can write his ABC’s, and he can read a little.

Max's life with soccer and math. Oh yes, and Christmas!

I haven’t written in quite a while. I guess I have been procrastinating. Max has grown so much these last couple of months. He can now add, which he is very proud of. Three days ago he told his teacher he will do math, but no reading or phonics. He came home with only a ‘good’ written on his commutation report, instead of an excellent. Max cried for two hours. Finally, I was able to divert him to think about something else, like how many days until Christmas.

My heart seems to take a jump when I wake him each morning and the first word to come out of his mouth is, “15 days until Christmas.” He is extremely excited about Santa bringing him a Bumble Bee transformer with Sam and Optimums Prime transformer. It never fails when I take him to the store he has to go and look at the Transformers. He will glare at them and then look at me and say, Santa is going to bring me one and he is making it right now.”

I’m proud of Max’s desire to be on a soccer team called, ‘Orange Crush’. Last week was his final game and he did an amazing job. He loved to kick the ball and it didn’t matter which way it was headed. Out of bounds, in the opposite opponents goal or to a player that isn’t on his team. Each time he would kick the ball he would raise his hands in the air and walk with pride. He constantly had a run in with another player who is six years older and has downs syndrome. Max would walk up to this other player and say, “no points” while pointing his finger at him. I have plans to put Max on a basketball team next month. I hope he enjoys it as much as he has soccer. Oh, he got a trophy last week and was so happy. He carried it every where.

I have never mentioned before, that I’m in the middle of revising a novel. I have worked on it for nine years. I know that is almost a decade ago. It’s been hard to write with kids, therapy appointments, dinner, sickness, laundry and housework. I hope next year to have it published. I will be starting a blog for my book in the next coming month.

Thanks for reading about Max. He has been a joy and a blessing.

Max at seven years old. Neat story wanted to share.

I want to share an experience that happened when Max was seven (2007).
Max woke up on a Tuesday morning feeling under the weather, I thought maybe it was due to his sister Miriam leaving for Girl’s camp. He cried and cried while telling her, “no go”.
Then on the 4th of July he woke up screaming at the top of his lungs and I couldn’t figure out what was the problem. He didn’t have a fever. He would scream to the point I couldn’t think straight. Then after I gave him Motrin he calmed down. Max would say my ear, my mouth. I thought maybe he had swimmers ears from swimming. That whole day was spent trying to figure out what was bothering him (the doctors’ office was closed, so I couldn’t call them). That night he didn’t sleep at all and would just scream asking for more medication over and over. On Thursday morning, after a horrible night of him screaming I called the doctor. They scheduled it for eleven and they could hear him screaming the whole time I was talking to them. Then after making the doctor appointment the spirit told me to make an appointment with the dentist too to see if he could find anything wrong. We took him to the doctor and he couldn’t find anything wrong with Max, but he could see he was in a lot of pain. He went ahead and gave a prescription for and acetaminophen with codeine in it which by the way didn’t stop the pain. We came home from the doctors and waited for his two o’clock appointment with the dentist. When we got there Max was a little relaxed from the acetaminophen and the dentist gave him laughing gas to make him settle down while they took x-rays. The dentist said, He has an infected tooth and it will need to be pulled. There was puss around the tooth and it was not worth saving (it was a baby molar). So, the doctor called in for all the staff, plus Trent and Ito hold Max down while they pulled the tooth. Right after the dentist pulled the tooth Max looked up at the dentist and said, “Thank you for making me better”. I had never heard Max talk that well before.

That night I had my oldest son (Michael) and Trent give him a blessing. He still didn’t sleep well that night, but the next morning he came into my room and walked up and placed his hands on my head. He said, “Heavenly Father make Mom better”. I could feel the faith Max had in our Heavenly Father it brought a peace to my heart in knowing he is starting to understand some things we are blessed to have. Max couldn’t count or say his alphabet or even write his name the correct way, but he knew the power of the Priesthood is real.

I love this story and thought it would be a good one to share with everyone.

Santa's in Town!

Max’s face lit up when Santa took a seat behind us in church today. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me up with a six word sentence. “Mommy, I want to see him.” I turned and noticed this distinguish man with a beard the same color and length that Santa would have.
I whispered to Max, “You want to talk to him?” Max smile grew with each word I spoke. So, I prayed as I walked towards the gentle man and politely asked him if Max could talk to him.
Max observed each movement Santa made as he spoke. “Do you know who I am?”
Max stood still as he spoke faintly, “Santa.”
It was as if a million dollars had fallen out of the ceiling of the church building for Max today.