You are my sunshine...

Monday and Tuesday night, Miguel was AWESOME!! His vocabulary was emerging more, as he became less vocal over the winter break, and he was in a great mood!

Those two nights were spent singing "You are my sunshine" and laughing. Last night, Miguel had picked up every other line to the song! So I would lead the song and he'd chime in every other line. Yeah, that's awesome. He does it with counting, too.


Yesterday afternoon, when I picked Migs up from Daycare, he was ALL SMILES AND HUGS!!! Poor little dude had a dark blue goose egg on his knee that he was still rubbing from the pain. :(

In the car ride home, he heard me going through papers in the front seat and he reached forward for the snack he thought I was opening (CLASSIC Miguel move!!). I told him that it wasn't a snack and to "sit right". I rubbed his leg and gave him "five". I said, "I love you, Miguel." He responded immediately in his little sing-song voice, "I love you, too!"

This, of course, MELTS MY HEART!!! and makes me feel awful at the same time. Earlier that day, I spoke with his father for a couple hours about Miguel's uncontrolled aggression and cans of whoop ass that he opens on me FREQUENTLY.

Here's dad:

****He is a fugitive running from the law. This is where the last decent picture of him was taken before he transformed into a Mexican peasant field worker. He isn't recognizable anymore.****


We discussed Miguel's future and the emerging need for a staff to raise him, than an individual. It wasn't an easy discussion and it's hard to think of when Miguel behaves well.

What is a parent to do? I know who to call if an adult assaults an adult. I know who to call if someone assaults a child. I know who to call when a child assaults a parent. But who do you call when a special child, who doesn't know any better, assaults YOU? Who intervenes? What is the intervention? Where would the child go? What happens to the child? Miguel has been aggressive since he was 4 and has handed me my ass on a few occasions. Now he is 117+ pounds and angry, what about when he is 200+ pounds? Then what?

This is when I wish that I had an Autistic kid of the happy variety.

I addressed this concern to the school yesterday....we will see what comes back.

"It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe." --Muhammad Ali