Jun 7 2017 | By: Jennifer Long
At the beginning of May, I posted an article, "Understanding our Little Friends & Everyone Around Them". The post was about a 4-year-old little boy named Justin with self-regulating issues and sensory issues. The article went on to look at how Justin’s development delays impacts different members in a nursery school community. (To read the original post go to: http://www.advocate4students.com/blog/understanding-our-little-friends-everyone-around-them)Â
 When I posted the article, I asked for readers to co-author a follow-up to "Understanding our Little Friends & Everyone Around Them" giving solutions to the different obstacles and concerns the different members of the community were encountering with embracing and helping Jason and themselves. To my most pleasant surprise, Jennifer Long responded, embracing the opportunity to co-author such an article with me.
 Not too much time passed after our brainstorming session and Jen sent me a draft of her part of our co-authoring article. IT WAS AMAZING. It was genuinely written by a mother who has experienced first hand the "Justin Experience". There was nothing I could add. If I had added anything, it would have detracted from such an intimate knowledge of such a personal struggle to see your child accepted.
 Without further ado, I share Jen's response to my article. If you visit Jen's social media site, you will immediately recognize why her response is so articulate. You will also be dazzled by Jen's love of life.
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PREFACEÂ Â Â Â Â Â
Anne Cunningham authored the beautiful post, “Understanding Our Little Friends and Everyone Around Them.” I read it. It happened naturally, realizing, “I have been Justin’s mom!” A wave of horror overcame me. But then a calm peace, with the hope filled question, “How could this be handled better?”
For the rest of this story, I feel it best to number my thoughts or I am fearful I will leave some nuance of the plot, performers, setting, and/or other important matters unturned. It is my goal to leave us all filled with answers of how we can take a challenging child, bringing him/her, and everyone else out in a way that produces the best case scenario.
ABOUT ME
Before I try to answer all the clinching conundrums the first post posed, I better introduce myself (I’ve probably come off a bit abrupt. My kids might get it honestly, sigh.). I am the Fantastic Four’s Mother, who all have different diagnosis, challenges, behaviors, and medical conditions. Yes, I have four kids. They are all mine. No, they are not adopted. No this is not a group home. Blogging has become my hobby, hopefully my income producing vehicle to do even better by my small brood of children. You can check it out, if you dare, at www.positiveparentingspecialized.com. I also am a Young Living Essential Oil Distributor, although I do not YET have a trench coat with oils underneath that I sell in back alleys, sorry.
I love my children dearly. With every dead end, dreary diagnosis, terrible teacher conference; I wanted to help my kids as much as possible. I didn’t want to “fix” them. My heart is to equip them the best for independence as an adult. At no point have I felt that I am forcing my image of what a perfect child should be on them. The goal has always been to make it so they could get through an airport without any challenges. I have no idea why that has been my most focused destination, but it is what it is.Â
My oldest son went to preschool. Separating from me was a nightmare. He would scream, run after me, and all that drama was with my mom being an aide at the preschool! I remember they would have to snatch him up, hold him on their laps so I could slip outside.
This brings me to the point: I was Justin’s mom! I was the one no one knew what to say to. The mother of the child, the other kids whispered about. It wasn’t just with my oldest son.
No, sadly, my youngest son was much the same way. The variable was he attended a special needs preschool. One would think that the parents there would be more inclusive. My youngest Cutie, jargoned. He would stomp, crying throughout the day. Potty training was not on the radar. Parents stared, no one really reached out to me that I can remember, until he was diagnosed with diabetes (another story for another day)…
So, I have been Justin’s mom twice over. Really, I have been it three times over. But, my youngest “kept it together” a little better than her brothers at school. That is a story for another day.
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As I close, I just want each person reading to know: my three youngest kids have had autism diagnosis. They still struggle. Yet, today, they are doing better than I dreamed. Do not give up on your kids. Celebrate their strengths. If they show an interest, build on it. If they can’t stop pounding on a surface, pound with them. Meet the kids right where they are. It may not get to some story book fairy tale, Stepford Child scenario. But, I promise you: if you rally around your child, being their greatest ally, cheerleader, and playmate. Life can’t be all lemons with the previously stated skill set. Bond with your kids no matter if they are a Justin or a Vicky who leads, thrives, and beats every milestone.Â
I hope this helped in some small way. Much thanks to Anne Cunningham for finding little old me on Planet Twitter. Thank you Anne for having a heart for my Fantastic Four. We need more of you!
Thank you for reading this. Please come again soon. Blessings to you,
Jenn
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