thefunnysideofautism

There aint no Party like a Furbert Party, cause a Furbert Party Don’t STOP! Or that is what we thought until my precious thirteen year old put his hand print into the Princess cake that was designated for my queen of a niece Zazie.

Yup Ciré was hanging around the entrance of the kitchen, and while we thought he was checking for his beloved cheesballs, unbeknownst to us he was actually playing handsies (my opposite word for footsies) with his 5-year-old cousins birthday cake. Before the cake got to the house it was perfect, its pink and white icing was ready for eating and decorated with a princess crown all sparkling just waiting to be complimented by pink and white candles!

After a little “handsies” what used to be pink prettiness was now a pattern of handprints and blurred mess. I was about to jump in the car to go and get a new cake before the big Happy Birthday celebration, but mommy Stacy asked me if I was “outside of my mind” and said the cake was fine! Well not good enough, Aunt Sophia with her artsy side took all the turquoise and pink Jelly Bellys out and started making decoration magic. Lets just say through all the singing no one was the wiser, and Miss Zazie, well she got her perfect princess cake!

And as for Mr Ciré…….well after we cleaned the icing out of his ears and hair, we let him eat cake!

So after a weeks break of school holiday its time for my beautiful son to go back to his life of school. He jumped out of bed nice and early and blast into the bathroom, if only I wasn’t in there relaxing on the throne at the time, all would have been ok. For my son it doesn’t matter that someone else is on the throne, you better finish up quick or move over because my boy is coming through.

I could only shake my head with a grin, gotta love him, knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to show it literally!!!

He was all smiles today, woke up smiling and giggled himself through the day. To be so happy and worry free! One day I would like to live that life, but until then I will live vicariously through him, and if I get kicked out of the bathroom…so be it!

Having a child with AUTISM can sometimes be an overwelming situation to deal with and believe me I’ve shed my fair share of tears!

But there is a another side of Autism that I cherish, it’s the funny side. My son in his 13 years of life has made me laugh so much that I have almost pee’d my pants! He stopped talking when he was around 18 months old (a symptom of his autism) but in all these years he has been the funniest child I have ever come across and that’s without speaking a single world. I say to my family all the time “If this child talked I probably would never stop laughing, he is that funny!”

I started this blog so that I could let parents know that through tears comes laughter and though sometimes we feel as if we can’t take any more disappointment or set backs our children have the ability to make us smile and sometimes fold over laughing….in other words there is a funny side of AUTISM…… And this is my story….