Patience and Understanding

I've waited a week to write about this. My emotions are still raw. I'm trying so hard to practice the patience and understanding I want others to give Bambam, but honestly I'm struggling with it.

About a week ago, one of my "friends" approached me to discuss an incident that occurred at her house 2 months ago. We were at a gathering that included kids, about 8 total ranging in age from 7 to 13. As she told it, the kids were all in the room above the garage (with no adults present) when Bambam started throwing things. So one of the 13 year old girls thought it was a good idea to LOCK HIM THE BATHROOM. At that point, one of the other 13 year old girls tackled her in order to prevent that from happening (I love that child). As you can imagine, a whole fiasco ensued.

So my "friend" said that basically Bambam, wasn't welcome in her home anymore as he caused this incident. Um WHAT?!?! I have sooooo many issues with this I don't even know where to begin.  

The most obvious issue is since when is the victim of a bullying incident the one to blame? And make no mistake this is a severe case of bullying. There is NEVER A REASON TO LOCK A 7 YEAR OLD SPECIAL NEEDS CHILD IN THE BATHROOM. Adults go to jail for that shit. YES, I'm mad.

I gave her this analogy: if there is a bullying incident at a school and another child stops the bully with violence, the school would never call the parent of the bullying victim and tell them he wasn't welcome at their school anymore as he caused the violence. It is ridiculous. Not to mention that in this case the victim is a 7 year old, with significant developmental delays. And the other kids are 13. Really? Your going to blame the weakest link? The one who has no way to defend himself? I am so disappointed.

She then suggested that we get a sitter and leave Bambam at home whenever we have gatherings that include kids. Um yah, because social isolation of anyone different is always a good answer. I think that has been tried a few times over the years. Most of humanity usually has a problem with it.

Look, I get that including Bambam is not always easy. He's big, and noisy, and physical, and can easily get disregulated and loose control of his body. Words often fail him so he uses actions. I get it more than anyone else, I live with him 24/7. I understand that we are asking a lot of our friends, and our friends kids to include him. I know that it takes a healthy amount of patience and understanding to to do so. And maybe we're asking to much, I don't know. But the answer is not excluding him. It just isn't.

Bambam loves other kids. He asks to play with kids every day. When we tell him we are going somewhere, his first comment is "Kids will be there? I play with kids?". He would never purposely hurt another child. There could be a number of reasons why he was throwing (although this part of the story is inconsistent between kids, some say he wasn't out of control at all) but it would never be with the intent of harm. And we've told all the other kids  that if Bambam is struggling then they should come get me or Mr. Fixit. Its our job to monitor him. We are happy to stay in the same room with him when ever it is necessary. Or temporarily remove him from a situation that is getting overwhelming for him. There are many positive ways this could have been handled. And yet it wasn't.

So here I sit not really knowing what path to take. I'm mad and sad and disappointed and discouraged. Because if I can't ask my "friends" to offer the patience, understanding, and accommodations necessary to include Bambam, then how can I ever expect anyone else too? Sigh.

Sing a Little Song

Bambam has started singing. This is a new skill for him. It started within the past year with the Happy Birthday song. Which makes total sense because birthdays are one of his most favorite things. Doesn't matter whose it is, he just loves candles and cake and presents...and now singing Happy Birthday. Which he sings to someone (be it alive or stuffed, human or animal) at least once a day. It is awesome.

Within the past couple of months, his song repertoire has been expanding. He first added Old MacDonald and Baba Black sheep (yes, its a clear animal theme). But most recently he's added Frosty the Snowman and Santa Clause is Coming to Town. His versions are not exact replicas of the original, but they are certainly close enough for anyone to understand what he is singing. Seriously love it!

The only little issue with all this singing is that he wants me to sing with him. I. Can. Not. Sing. As in, I sound like a sick cow. Lets just say that my talents lie elsewhere. Don't get me wrong, I love to sing. When in the car alone I sing at the top of my lungs along with the radio. And I have a great time doing it. But any singing in public ended for me in Junior High School. (I know I'm dating myself, they call it middle school now.) I remember it clearly. The first time we were required to "try out" for choir. I didn't make it. Yes, lots of teenage girl drama followed. But eventually I came to grips with the fact that my singing was limited to in the shower or in the car alone. 

And then along came Bambam. My boy who had no words until he was over 3. Who works so hard on any and all verbal communication. Who I thought would never sing a single song. (Yes, I've learned my lesson about the word "never". Over and over and over again.) And when that sweet, angelic face looks at me and says "wanna sing too?" Well, there is nothing else to do but sing right along with him. No matter where we are. 

So, if you are in the grocery store, or at the park, or just walking down the street and you hear something that sounds a little like a dieing cow trying to sing Frosty the Snowman, well, that's probably me. Just one blessed mama enjoying a festive song with her beautiful boy.