I try to use “blooming orchids” instead of other “choice words” when something upsets me. It also is what I enjoy most in my backyard. “Someone” I love also did an excellent job of comparing autism to an orchid last week. She said, “They symbolize both strength and beauty. They’re also very distinctive because they are so different from other flowers.” She went on to say that they are like people on the spectrum in that they are misunderstood because they are different.
I do not know if CNN or Fox showed the video of the exposed reef on Oahu, but seeing the initial video scared me in a way I cannot even begin to explain. This is my neighborhood. I have walked along this beach with my children when they were small. I have read stories that talk about the force of the waves that come in after the waves recede. My home is not in an evacuation zone, but there are only five houses between me and the street where the zone ends. A drainage canal that goes from the mountains to the ocean is directly behind my home.
The news caster mentioned seeing a pueo, a Hawaiian owl, swoop down near the water. I have lived in this neighborhood for seventeen years and I have never heard an owl although I have listened for them at nighttime. They are no longer plentiful in this neighborhood like they once were. You can read more about the pueo and the role they play in Hawaiian legends by clicking on this link:
I found a very information article to explain tsunami risks that might explain further how and why this force of nature occurs. You can click on the link below to read it:
A wonderful young woman, our former baby sitter, dog and house sitter, and daughter of our close friends is currently in Japan for a year of college study. Thankfully she is okay. My children attend school with Japanese nationals and others who have family in Japan. Some of their classmates spend spring breaks and/ or summers in Japan. Spring break begins here on the eighteenth of this month and some probably would have been there if this were just one week later. The headmaster at my daughter’s school is there now, but he too thankfully is okay.
I hope all of you will continue to pray for those in Japan and forgive me for not commenting on other issues now. I turned fifty-three on Saturday, but we kept the celebration small, just family as this week has already held too much excitement as I know my friends on the spectrum will understand. I will return to my regular blogs later this week, but I need a break as I continue to pray for those in Japan and try to get my family back on schedule for Monday after our sleepless Thursday night.
I often tell my daughter that her brother is the best gift I ever gave her and I honestly mean this. Of course having an older sibling is also a gift. There are several reasons I believe having a sibling is a gift.
The first is that you have someone who shares many of the same life experiences. They know exactly what you mean when you refer to a funny family story. Plus, when you want your parents to change a rule, you have an ally, and if Mom and Dad seem unreasonable there is someone to agree with you.
Siblings are our first friends and they help us to learn valuable life skills. We learn negotiation skills and tolerance of differences by working to resolve disagreements that arise with our siblings. Working together to get something you both want also gives you team building skills.
People may think being the younger sibling of someone on the autism spectrum is hard. However, my son and I both know that the hardest part of our lives has never been related to his sister’s diagnosis. The hardest part has all been related to the bullying.
This made my son much more aware of bullying issues than many of his peers. He talks to me about things that happen at school because he knows he can trust me to try to help him resolve issues. He knows keeping quiet or allowing someone to get away with abusing someone is wrong. He still has trouble with not wanting to “tattle,” but he does realize the value of the bystander and that “reporting,” people who harm others is important. These are all things he learned from having a sibling.
The value of siblings does not end after you are grown either. I am grateful for my brothers still. Two of them were there for our parents when I was far away. The third was also far away; therefore, I have someone who understands how hard being away from home was as my parents aged. My husband and I have implemented plans to try to diminish the burden on our children as we age. Still, I think they will be grateful for each other when the time comes for them to take on the responsibility of making hard adult decisions.