Mending Fences

When it rains it pours.....and when there are torrential winds added to the mix, there might be uprooted trees, broken fences and roof shingles scattered like autumn leaves across the lawn..............

Hard to believe, but this is what is left of the 6 foot fence Gabe scaled when he was just 3 years old. I was struggling to get Carlos out of the baby swing and in just a few minutes Gabe took off his clothes, scaled the fence and streaked through my neighbors yard.....and I hadn't even met them yet. I had to go, ring the bell, introduce myself and then ask if I could get my naked kid off their kid's swing...except he was on the slide....and we knew this because you can hear skin on plastic clearly, especially on a hot day......That summer I learned that Gabe had that Spiderman gene in him, he was quick and quiet, a combination that lead to double locks on doors and bars on his bedroom window........The neighbors moved a few months later.....It took us a few more years to get Gabe to keep his clothes on. You'd be surprised at just how many people feel inclined to comment when it's obvious there is an issue. At first I felt the need to explain, but after the first hundred times, I replaced "he has autism and sensory issues" with "if you got it flaunt it", "he's practicing for the Chippendales call back", "and for his next trick, he will pull a rabbit out of his ass"...... Gabe took the concept of back to basics to a whole new level......

But as I'm approaching my 43rd year, I'm thinking perhaps going back to basics for myself is not such a bad idea. There was a time when going back to basics was essential to get Gabe on track, and to help Will and Carlos along as well. There was a time when focusing on the essential was all I did. It occurs to me that as our needs change, what's essential shifts too....and if there is a shift that is not foreseen, the effects, like an earthquake, can be catatrosphic. I can't help but wonder are you ever really old enough to know better? I know when you know better you don't necessarily always do better, I am living proof.....but after thinking, at 42, I'm still so clueless, the thought that perhaps I might always be, has crossed my mind. Mr. Rogers said that we are every age we have ever been. There in all of us exists that 7 year old, that 16 year old, that 21 year old.....but somewhere after I had gotten that Autism diagnosis, I stopped being 35 and every number since then had been a blur, until I hit 40, and then the confusion about what that meant set in.

When I was first introduced into the Autism world there was so much talk about foundations, and the splinters found in between. What I have found is that I am no different. Never have been. As strong as I thought my foundation to be, there were always cracks...fear and doubt can do more damage than extreme heat or cold. The sensory processing issues that my son faces, the white noises, the delays in decifering what is said, the way he takes in his world visually, the way day to day life feels on his skin, is less foreign to me now. The turning point came when I realized that we may process things differently, but we all arrive at the same place, the place of deep love, fears, frustrations, joy, insecurities, wonder....the difference lies only in the way we manifest these feelings, and they subside when we are able to put aside preconcieved notions or expectations, and just recognize and embrace the expression .....While we manage to repair some cracks, there will always be a splinter emerging, because there is always a shift where there is growth, or neglect.

So as I sit and think about how exactly I will mend those fences and honor the boundaries it contains, I hear the wind picking up again, the tree branches brushing the sides of my home.
When Will was 4 years old he asked me who the sky belonged too...."if the sky that were on our property were ours, if it was shouldn't our fence be higher, and if the sky that was over the United States was American"....I was in trouble early on here.....So I told him the sky belonged to no one in particular, it belonged to all things living. We have no right to fence in the stars, the sunrise or the sunset, and it has no nationality. It has no limits. He then asked then why do we fence in the land. I wanted to tell him to go watch Sesame Street and let me recover a bit, but the thing about Will is that he is always searching, always trying to understand how things work, always thinking ahead.....and I love that about him....."I think we fence in land because we like to feel like we have a little place of our own", I tell him, proud that I kept it simple.....A year later when Gabe jumped the fence, as I was tucking Will in, he said to me " I think Gabe belongs more to the sky than to the earth Mommy"...."why do you say that?" I asked completely taken back....."Because you can't fence him in, he's like the stars"....Words matter....Children take what you tell them and it helps them make sense of thier world, it helps them define thier world, until they learn to see outside of thier world.......The purpose of our fences, the importance of our boundaries, the necessity of seeing beyond what we define as a limitation, and the recognition that the most precious things go beyond yours and mine, it's universal......some things are meant to be held on to, somethings are meant to let go, and somewhere between the 2, I have to find a way to just be...

So what is essential for me at almost 43? Well....for my next trick I'll pull a rabbit out of my............hat....Won't catch me scaling any fences naked....ouch.....splinters......foundations.....
I have a few months left to figure it out..................in the meantime, there are repairs to be made.....