I know he is. I've known that he was different from day 1. But sometimes he does something (or, in this case, doesn't do something) that makes it much more obvious than usual. (Asperger's Syndrome, for those who may not know.)
Today it made me cry.
We were at Rehearsal for a Talent show put on by some friends for fun. BIG emphasis on FUN. Do you have a gift/talent? Good for you. Do you not? Who cares?! Join in anyway! Don't want to? Don't worry about it. The point is to have FUN in whatever way you need to.
The kids are all singing along w/ The Candyman, from the Willy Wonka movie (the old one w/ Gene Wilder). The lead guy (dressed as Wonka) sings and dances and the kids repeat after him when he says a specific lyric. (They learn all of 3 lines.)
During the first practice, Max was struggling with his lyrics. I told him not to worry, just dance and have fun.
During the 2nd practice I told him again, to just dance; copy his sister. He couldn't do it. I motioned to him to dance, wave his arms, etc. He just couldn't do it.
I snapped pics all throughout. Here's the best one. He's the one in the blue jacket. (The boy in the red was just nervous. He warmed up quickly.) You can see his sister (pink pants beside him) just FLYING around and really getting into it! (And my 2 yr old in front -- he's fascinated with a friend's Nemo plug on her croc. lol)
He wasn't moving. He was CLEARLY out of his element, outside his comfort zone, but he was UP THERE and TRYING. I was so proud of him for trying and putting himself out there. But he was struggling so much.
I started crying. I said to my mom, "My kid is different."
He struggles so hard to be like the rest of them, to have friends, to fit in. I SEE this. I have photographic evidence.
I just cried and cried for my boy, the struggles I see him go through.
I went to the restroom and dried my eyes then came out and got on that stage and danced with him. We had fun, I shook him a lot because he wasn't dancing. We were silly about it.
During the 3rd practice, I danced with him. I hugged him and told him I love him and I'm so proud of him. He said to me, "Are you gonna cry, mom?" Yes, honey. Another hug & kiss and practice was over.
It was so hard to put on my "game face" and smile while inside I was dying. Just seeing him fight so hard to figure it out and navigate it all.
I just had to tell ppl who understand.
Today it made me cry.
We were at Rehearsal for a Talent show put on by some friends for fun. BIG emphasis on FUN. Do you have a gift/talent? Good for you. Do you not? Who cares?! Join in anyway! Don't want to? Don't worry about it. The point is to have FUN in whatever way you need to.
The kids are all singing along w/ The Candyman, from the Willy Wonka movie (the old one w/ Gene Wilder). The lead guy (dressed as Wonka) sings and dances and the kids repeat after him when he says a specific lyric. (They learn all of 3 lines.)
During the first practice, Max was struggling with his lyrics. I told him not to worry, just dance and have fun.
During the 2nd practice I told him again, to just dance; copy his sister. He couldn't do it. I motioned to him to dance, wave his arms, etc. He just couldn't do it.
I snapped pics all throughout. Here's the best one. He's the one in the blue jacket. (The boy in the red was just nervous. He warmed up quickly.) You can see his sister (pink pants beside him) just FLYING around and really getting into it! (And my 2 yr old in front -- he's fascinated with a friend's Nemo plug on her croc. lol)
He wasn't moving. He was CLEARLY out of his element, outside his comfort zone, but he was UP THERE and TRYING. I was so proud of him for trying and putting himself out there. But he was struggling so much.

I started crying. I said to my mom, "My kid is different."
He struggles so hard to be like the rest of them, to have friends, to fit in. I SEE this. I have photographic evidence.

I just cried and cried for my boy, the struggles I see him go through.
I went to the restroom and dried my eyes then came out and got on that stage and danced with him. We had fun, I shook him a lot because he wasn't dancing. We were silly about it.
During the 3rd practice, I danced with him. I hugged him and told him I love him and I'm so proud of him. He said to me, "Are you gonna cry, mom?" Yes, honey. Another hug & kiss and practice was over.
It was so hard to put on my "game face" and smile while inside I was dying. Just seeing him fight so hard to figure it out and navigate it all.
I just had to tell ppl who understand.















That is so awesome and still heartbreaking. yk? That's where I am w/ Max about this performance.
I am still sad and distressed about it, but I know we'll get through. We always do, right? All of us.
