This morning was rough…..alright if I am being perfectly honest this morning was more than rough. My boys were in rare form today because they stayed up late last night. We keep a pretty strict bedtime here at Casa Skiff for this very reason. Every so often we allow them to stay up late knowing that it will mean a difficult morning the next day. They were all in rare form this morning. Part of the package with kids is that they will not behave well all of the time. You correct the behavior and move on. With autistic kids this is amplified. Their learning curve is MUCH different. Their triggers are more obscure at times and always the threshold on their sensory overload is much lower. What NT kids tolerate barely batting an eyelash can drive an AU kid completely bonkers. Today was one of those perfect storm mornings: lack of sleep, rush to get out the door, different breakfast foods…..oh yeah it was all the no-no’s all at once. By the time we got to the school Benny was “sub-sonic” as his teacher calls it. The more worked up Benny is the higher the octave he speaks in…..he was around the decibel you can break glass at this morning. He screeched at anyone and everyone who crossed his path. It’s hard to convince people that he is just saying “Good morning. I hope your Monday has been as pleasant as mine” in his own Benny way. Yeah it was rough.
As I was driving home I must admit I was a bit frustrated and blue. I talk so much about the blessings the spectrum has brought into our lives. All of that is absolutely true. But there are days when it is difficult, especially days where more than one of my guys is struggling. This is real life and I’m not perfect. There are days that are harder than others. Suddenly I noticed the TX wildflowers on the side of the road. Here in N Texas wildflowers are everywhere in the springtime. It is one of the many things I love about TX. I noticed the way the colors played against each other; bright oranges, pinks, purples and yellows all mixed together in a glorious display. God’s brush strokes evident here, today. I was suddenly very encouraged. God’s art is not classically perfect. No it is chaotic and crazy and absolutely breathtaking. Those wildflowers are so much like my boys, surviving and thriving despite harsh conditions, delicate and beautiful all at the same time. My boys are God’s brush strokes in my life and I am in awe of their beauty. So today I received the encouragement I needed on the side of the road. God is so cool that way. I hope that you will see God’s brush strokes in your life today as well.-Kristine