Disclosure: This is not a sponsored post. Although it should be because it's just so awesome.
How can duct tape be a philosophy in parenting? Simple because I said so. I could end this post right here.
Duct tape keeps pants and shirts together so children can't take them off and play with their poop.
Duct tape can fix a refrigerator door shelf temporarily...permanently lol.
Duct tape is our friends support of each other when we're flying apart.
Duct tape can repair broken bra straps.
Duct tape can be used to wax your legs in a pinch.
Duct tape is a great temporary band aid and lint remover.
Duct tape can be used to gag someone who talks to much.
Here's the deal. My two daughters, who I swear are training for black ops or something of the like, are a challenge. Autism kicks butt. It kicks my butt everyday. Just when you think you have conquered it...it gives you a round house kick to the face. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or Jenny McCarthy. Don't get me wrong I embrace the Autism. I immerse myself it in. Our lives have changed in every facet because of it. It's not even something I get upset about too often anymore.
Except when I sobbing.
Or when the girls tear the wallpaper off the walls on a house we don't own.
Or when they decide to play with their poop and moosh it into the carpet.
Or when they decide to beat each other up with belts and umbrellas.
Or when they decide to hit me all the time.
I try to change as much as I can in order to for my daughters to have the best life possible. Without question. I'm open minded. I believe this is who my child is. But if there was a cure..if it turned out to be something curable I would in a heart beat. Because of what my daughters go through. Light, noises, textures can all be unbearable for them. Why would I want them to go through this? But I'm their mom...I'm their caregiver. I have a say too. It does affect me. It does hurt me. It wears me down. My patience does wear thin. My quality of life goes down the tubes emotionally, physically, spiritually. I'd like it to stop. I'd like a vacation at the very least. You know, just have Autism take a break for a few days. Let me catch my breath. I love them just the way they are but I'd love them if they didn't have it either.
But there isn't a cure.
There isn't a vacation.
So what do we do?
What do we all do?
Parents of children with Autism need to have senses of humor. We let go of things we can't control. We find support with each other. We have to lift each other up. No holier than thou. With as much as we have to deal with on a daily basis...writing condescending theorems on Autism parenting is almost criminal. It's about sharing but not making someone feel less than because they disagree.
Truth is the only true parenting philosophy is the one done by the seat of our pants. I call it the Duct Tape philosophy.