As a mother, I will never give up on my child. As a mother of a child who has autism, I will never give up hope.
I look into his eyes and I see all the potential that he has to offer to this beautiful world and I just know that one day the world can see what I see.

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Who wears short shorts?

Not Bryce! He has recently attached himself to a specific long sleeved shirt, pair of jeans, and black socks. He has insisted on wearing this outfit every single day for the past 2 weeks now, and has the biggest tantrum known to mankind if he can’t find it, or has to wear something else.

The other day I had to substitute the outfit for something else because it seriously needed to be washed. That was the longest I’ve ever heard him cry, like real tears, just because he had to wear something else.

Today, here in Vancouver, BC, Canada, it’s 24 degrees Celsius but feels like 30 degrees Celsius, and while that is probably not hot for many of you, it is super hot for us. Bryce was sweating up a storm, and I literally had to peel his shirt off of him to get him in the shower to cool off. While he was in the shower, I hid his outfit so that I could put him into some lighter clothes to keep him cool for a little bit till the sun wasn’t so hot.

He was not a big fan of that idea and the result of having to wear something that wasn’t his specific long sleeved shirt, pair of jeans, and black socks, was picture (and blog) worthy:

He had a huge meltdown. Screaming off the top of his lungs in pure agony like it was the worst thing in the world. He kept saying ‘Want to put the pants on – want to put the pants on’ over and over again. After I managed to calm him down, he seemed more comfortable with his outfit, but still distraught on the idea of not wearing what he had been wearing over the past 2 weeks. “I’m not trying to be mean, B, I just want you to not be so hot” I kept saying throughout his time wearing shorts. With that said, it didn’t matter what I put him into. I just figured shorts because of the weather, and even suggesting a different long sleeved t-shirt still upset him.

After the sun moved a bit, and our house became cooler, I figured I’d end his ‘torture’ and give him his new favourite long sleeved shirt and jeans, and of course, I had to take some pictures of his reaction:

His clothes came off so fast, and were tossed on the ground. His attitude shifted, his personality a lot better, and he had the biggest smile ever. It was literally like night and day.

And it didn’t even matter that he put his pants on backwards. He was happy.

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