Standing in the kitchen I feel another explosion of searing, incapacitating guilt crash in waves against my heart. Sadie, our six year old autistic daughter, just bounded happily into the kitchen on the fourth day of school and proclaimed, “Mommy, now I can help other kids tie their shoes on the playground.” This should cause a parent to feel pride and happiness, yet I feel remorse.
Two months ago Sadie and her twin brother, Tristan, turned six. I decided I would try to teach Tristan to tie his shoes. It’s about that time and would open up more options for finding footwear. I also decided at this time NOT to teach Sadie. I imagined the meltdowns when she couldn’t do it. I imagined her harassing me at the most inconvenient times to show her again. I feared frustration so great she threw shoes, possibly at people. I didn’t want to deal with that. I didn’t want to put her through that. I didn’t want to put myself through that. I told myself I would wait until she’s a little more mature.
Three times I showed Tristan how to tie his shoes. I didn’t see Sadie anywhere near us. That was intentional on my part. If she saw me she might want me to teach her. Three times Tristan and I went over, “Cross over, pull through.” He is the consummate perfectionist and became frustrated when he couldn’t do it. I simply told him, “Let’s give it a break and try again another day. It takes time.” He agreed.
Two days later Sadie walked into the living room. She beamed proudly, “My shoes are tied.”
“Who tied them?” I asked.
“I did. Cross over, pull through.” She left me standing there in a state of amazement.
It hurt that I doubted my child. It hurt that I failed as parent by forecasting her failure. I constantly try to serve as a buffer between Sadie and the world for my sanity and, as I tell myself, for Sadie. Sadie doesn’t want her world to be buffered, she wants it to be conquered. She does conquer her world. She did it when I thought she shouldn’t be in the school pageant. She conquered the pageant. She did it when I considered homeschooling her to cut down on the daily meltdowns from the demands of kindergarten. She conquered kindergarten. She did it when I thought she couldn’t play soccer on a team. She conquered soccer. She did it when I though she wouldn’t know her phone number. After hearing it maybe one time, several months ago she was able to write it down for a friend. She conquered her phone number. She taught herself to tie shoes. She conquered her shoes. All of this with little help from me. These crusades of Sadie’s were not without their meltdowns or problems, however, they were not without their successes either.
While I was tying Tristan’s shoes for him the other day Sadie asked him, ”Why can’t you tie your own shoes?”
Tristan stated, “I can’t do it.”
Sadie’s rebuttal, “You need to practice more.”
I need to practice more. I need to practice not hindering my child. She’s a fighter. She may come out of a battle with some physical and psychological bumps and bruises, but she will eventually come out on top. She needs me to back her up, not wall her in. That is easier said than done though. I’m not certain how easily I can accomplish this, but I once heard a dynamic, vivacious, and autistic six year old say, “You need to practice more.”