Why Dye When You Can "-Ing"?

I'm going to be honest, I have a love/hate relationship with the Easter holiday (and most holidays, if I was being really honest). First off, what I love... I'm a Christian and I cherish the idea of celebrating Christ's ultimate sacrifice and resurrection because He loved us that much!  Before Roo & when I was younger, this time of year made me feel closer to God. Now... well, things aren't like I expected them to be. That's just the truth. I thought that when I had children I was going to relive childhood memories with them, and pass on traditions. Instead, I'm usually trying to find some little tidbit that I can tack on that will survive the sensory overload and extra excitement while still bringing on the smiles. I seriously try to keep the sparkly, sugary special needs take on life.. The whole "make new traditions" thing, but sometimes it's SO hard. And progress... can't forget progress.. sometimes it shows itself in the most unexpected ways.

For instance, this was a couple of years ago... she helped.

And last year, we managed to keep her in the room ... for the most part.

And this year...

This year she effectively communicated that she did not want to color Easter eggs. I mean, seriously, every time I asked her, "No!" But she did agree to color Easter pictures with us, and we did it as a family. It was the runner up prize I guess.

It was okay.

She was happy, & that's what matters.

The Friday before Easter, she went with me to a doctor's appointment because her daddy had to work late and I didn't have anyone to watch her on such short notice. It wasn't a big deal, but sometimes it's just a tad annoying not to be able to talk freely. Afterwards, I thought I would get lucky and she would be preoccupied enough with the Ipad that I could get an Easter outfit while we waited for my scripts to be filled. So we  stopped at a dress shop.

I was not that lucky.

I forgot about the mirrors. *sheesh!*

The twenty thousand mirrors all  along the walls...

So I did what I had to do.

While she was going from mirror to mirror--smudging, licking, & smiling at herself--I flew through the store and grabbed whatever caught my eye ... grabbed the first shoes that made  me pause, and grabbed a dressing room. It was stressful. It was quick. I got A LOT of looks varying from pity to snooty... Buuuuttt..  It was a success! :-D

The Easter Bunny came as scheduled and Roo was happy with her goodies. Have I mentioned that the Easter Bunny doesn't bring sweets to her? Nope, he's so awesome that he brings small toys and knick-knacks, because they make her smile more than candy. ;)

My husband and I attend different churches right now. I'm okay with that, mostly. I miss having him with me during service, but we're each doing what's best for ourselves at the moment. A wise lady recently said that the grass may be greener on the other side, but that could be because it's on a septic tank! You've gotta admit, she has a point. haha

Roo usually goes to church with me, and she has become such a big girl, staying in the pew. She loves Sunday School!

She doesn't like special services though. They confuse her, I think. On a normal Sunday, we have a few songs, a small scripture reading & then everyone is dismissed to classes according to their age. She hears a Bible story in class and does activities & a coloring page with the other kids. Afterwards, they come back to the adults in the sanctuary, an offering is taken up and birthdays and anniversaries are recognized. After that, and this is her favorite part, Roo, either by herself or with some other kids, goes up front and sings a song. Then each class comes up and tells what they learned that day. It's really cute, & like I said, she loves it.  During this past Easter Sunday, she waited until the gift baskets were through being given away, and started marching up to the front. In her mind, this was NOT how Sunday School was supposed to go. I ran up to her and grabbed her hand to take her back to our seat and she starts to come along, but puts on the brakes right when we're almost there. Most people don't realize that she can "talk." It's not always intelligible, but she does try and Terry & I can usually figure out what she's trying to say. She talks the most when she's angry..

"-ing!" she said.

"No," I said.

"-ing!" she said.

"Nooo," I said.

"-ing!" she said.

"No!" I said.

Then suddenly, we were addressed from the platform, and she was told that it was okay, she could come and sing. And she did. She sang her heart out. While she ran up there, my pastor gave a short explanation about how she has autism, and routine is important to her because there were many visitors. It was sweet. I know there are churches that go about inclusion all wrong, and that some people are still ignorant enough to think our special children are punishments from God, and even some idiots will try to "cast the demons" out of our children; but there are some churches that do it right, that know our children enough to know that they are blessings, & love them enough to help them through the rough spots. If your a Christian who's given up because you've come across some churches that don't understand, keep trying! Use Google! Ask around! Don't give up!

Anyway, however you celebrated Easter, I hope you enjoyed it! :-)