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Raising little Westies, and life as parent of a special needs son
“Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe“. Abraham Lincoln … or “It’s all in the planning”
Here at Westie Central, life can be a bit of a whirlwind. Yesterday was a fine example of this, with me going to work, the three kids having school, Bec off to visit a friend who has had a suprise childbirth (more later), then footy practice. In two different places? Who comes up with these ideas!
We worked out a plan: Dinner was on before I got home. She really is a wonder-mum! I was late, oops, but off we went. Me with the two boys: Magpie, the middle child, and his younger spectrummy brother got dropped off at the first field while Mum & Princess P went to the other field (too far to walk!) for her age group (yes, Princess P plays footy… Auskick is at playafl.com).
It was a great practice session for the boys though: our new home ground has just had lights installed, and to celebrate, the under 8’s had a special training session with the under 16’s, and at the end of it the under 8’s got their Auskick kit bags – not a bad backpack, football, and a few other bits and bobs.
Hmm, but what’s a spectrummy 5 year old to do while his brother practices footy?
Luckily a team-mates mum and little brother were also in the sidelines. Quite a bit younger then BTB Fan, but just the right stage to talk at much the same level and to happily chase each other around the swings, on the monkey bars, and RUN! Thanks J, it was a great way to spend training.
At the end of that though we settled down in the stands to watch the last bit of training. A cup of tea helped keep my little boy sitting in the stands (damn it was cold, and drinking tea is perectly normal for a 5 year old isn’t it?), as did the good old Nintendo DS.
One uncertain moment in the clubhouse, again sorted with the DS. Uh, how hard are we allowed to lean on those things? Anyhoo, his mate was also playing games on an iPhone so…
However. At the end of the night there was a scare. People going everywhere and “someone” thought that the pitch dark night after 7pm was a great time to wander off to climb trees. Thanks again to J, because, while I went running to the playground… J tracked my boy down.
It took about 3 seconds. Seriously, between me knowing where my son was – and not – was 3 seconds. So glad he was found within a minute, because well… finding a 5 year-old in the mainly dark around a footy field would not have been a good way to spend a night.
After which we set off for “somewhere” to meet up with Mum. Walking, in the dark (hey, it’s an adventure walking in the dark with your dad isn’t it? And if dad’s right there, you’re ALLOWED to climb the trees)!
Someone tell me again, where was the “planning” in all this?