Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.

This blog was started mainly for my crafting, however I also find myself writing about my family life too and in particular about my son Josh. Josh is just Josh to us and we're used to his quirky behaviour. As I don't want to have to mention Josh's autism every time I post about him, I thought I'd mention it here. Hopefully you will bear this in mind as you read and it may give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the autisic child in a very gentle way!

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

So Proud!

Do you notice anything different about this photograph?

In case you didn't spot it here's a close up of what you should be looking at! lol!

Josh came out of school yesterday proudly displaying his "Computer Monitor" badge. It is now his job to switch on all the computers in the ICT suite at school every morning and then turn them all off again at the end of the school day.

Such responsibility at such a young age!

We're so proud of him.

12 comments:

Leanne said...: Congratulations Josh on you becoming a computer monitor!!; 9 September 2008 at 10:58
ScrapMomOf2 said...: Yeah Josh! Congratulations on your awesome responsibility! Way to go! I love Josh's grin! He does look VERY proud! What a sweetheart!

Hello to Max!!; 9 September 2008 at 13:56
Cazzy said...: Well done Josh, what an important job you have! You must be very talented to be picked.; 9 September 2008 at 19:07
carolann said...: WTG Josh well done hun xxx; 9 September 2008 at 20:23
Ana Baird said...: Congratulations Josh!; 9 September 2008 at 20:31
Dawn said...: Aww well done Josh! I bet he feels very responsible!; 9 September 2008 at 21:11
jay670120 said...: WOW yes i would be proud too ... Bless x; 10 September 2008 at 17:18
Dee said...: That's me boy......... well done Josh, very proud of you and I'm sure you'll do a splendid job too.

Love you lots and lots.

Grandma XXXXX; 11 September 2008 at 00:01
Mrs. Nancy G said...: Very cool!!!
:-); 11 September 2008 at 08:27
Debbie said...: Way to go Josh - well done young man. :) :) You all must be pleased as puch Fe - so happy for you. :) :)

xxDebbiexx; 13 September 2008 at 20:25
Deborah said...: WOW! Such a big responsibility! Way to go! Deb; 15 September 2008 at 06:09
Deanne said...: oh bless Fe, how proud they make us :)
jack came home and his job the next day was to switch the lights off, i asked him how his job went and he said 'rubbish' i asked why.. 'i couldnt reach the switch' i laughed so hard i nearly fell off the sofa :)
must blog that actually... something to never forget lol x; 16 September 2008 at 23:59

Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.