about Elderese: Quote of the Day
The Kiddos have been blessed with 2 older cousins (boys) whose parents have good taste in clothing. So our kids have had little need to get a lot of clothes (which still didn’t stop me from buying them clothes of course). There does come a time though when folks with filipino blood tend to plateau (or stop, in my case) growing. So the stock for The Elder has started to diminish as we wait for The Cousins to reach the next growth spurt (or the next shipment of the clothes that are outgrown but they haven’t had time to be sorted, whichever the case may be).
Yesterday I took The Elder to get new socks, undies, and a winter coat. (I can’t believe we have never had to buy him a winter coat! Thanks to The Bro and Family!) He wasn’t too excited about getting a new coat so I was sure to include him in the selection process. Once before, we were looking for a warm-up suit and he ran screaming at the sight of one style. After several sleuthing attempts amongst meltdown rants, I discovered it was a decorative rivet on the waistband of the jacket. (FYI, we didn’t buy it.)
So I let him pick out a color he liked and had him try it on. I had him practice over and over (and over and over) zipping it up and unzipping it, with and without the hood on, putting it on, taking it off, pretending to hang it on a hook, and where his name will be written. It was like a half hour ordeal. But he did well because he knows (because I remind him!) that we practice so we learn to do things well so we don’t get frustrated.
He gets off the bus looking all toasty in his new coat. (It’s camoflauge, by the way. If you can’t decide on a color, might as well pick ‘em all)
Me: Did everyone like your new coat?
The Elder: Just [The Busmate] and [The Other Busmate].
Me: No one else saw it?
The Elder: Yeah…but no one said WOW.
It was like Ben Stein’s tone, ending with the WOW from Schoolhouse Rock’s “Interjections.” And, No, his busmates’ names are not Darryl, although they are brothers…
about Mimicking: Youngerese is starting to sound a little familiar
‘Mommy, if you want to put butter all over the sides of my bread, you may.’
‘You can’t do — AND —. You have to choose.’ Then in same oh-well tone as me, he adds, ‘Ok, then. It’s your choice.’
‘MOM! I washed my hands with soap!’ he announces when leaving the bathroom.
–The Younger (age 4)
Ever notice how your kids start picking up your mannerisms and catch phrases (and rules)?
Because The Elder didn’t converse at age 4, he never really mimicked me. The Younger was a different story. He was carrying on conversations with people (with a valid picture ID) by age 3, as well as the walls.
I am constantly reminded of the differences between the two because of the juxtaposition of their development within the confines of our family. It’s both fascinating and frustrating.
It’s fascinating to see their development and how I can respect each milestone (and each inchstone) they reach with a much greater pride than I think I would’ve had if we hadn’t been ‘blessed with autism.’ It’s interesting to learn what ‘typical’ looks like. The Younger will pretend (on his own without prompting!), voluntarily hug and kiss us and say ‘I love you,’ beg to go outside to run around and play, prompt us for attention or approval, make/draw things for us, and other nice little typical surprises that we didn’t even know existed yet. This played a huge part in early intervention (in my opinion) for The Elder. I am grateful for their birth order and the 2-year distance between their birthdates. ’They’ say that it is common for the emotional and social development of children with an autism spectrum disorder to lag at least 2 years (–They, circa 2000). In the last 2 years The Elder has picked up these ‘habits’ and ’scripts’ from his brother. Today at age 6, he has grown to enjoy many of these habits, like choosing to play outside over a computer game, and pretending. His creative side has really developed since being in the 1st grade. There are still scripts and if-then scenarios that are apparent to me that they are little performances, but to the general public, he is perfectly normal. And I’ll take a hug whenever I can get it!
As for the other side of the coin, I often get thrown for a loop when The Younger has typical emotional responses yet inappropriate corresponding behavior responses. I knew early on that we had to surround him with positive peer models. That way he understood that, when he’s hungry, to say “I’m hungry,” and not to strip naked and pee on the floor. That is definitely not the kind of mimicking that gives me warm fuzzies. Being the little brother who adores his big brother, mimicking is expected and is how he expresses that love (great). He will, overnight, developed the same phobias. Because The Elder acts as if ‘buttons’ are manufactured by The Devil himself, then surely that’s a valid fear, right?
BUT the flipside of the other side of the coin is that The Elder learns unpleasantries from The Younger! The Elder skipped some of those developmental phases of toddlerhood and preschool (every parent’s wish, huh?), like developing a sweet tooth, lying and stealing (often to hide his sweet tooth), calling me ’stupid’ and yelling ‘I hate you’ when I’ve deprived him of something (to satisfy his sweet tooth I’m sure). But he has begun HIS phases at age 6 after observing The Younger. His ‘regressions’ are actually his mimicking of his brother (he never actually did those things in the first place to regress to them).
As an adult, I catch myself mimicking others too, especially those I frequently see or talk with. I guess its just a part of human nature in all stages of life. The hard part is not enduring the Terrible Twos through the Satanic Sixes (and beyond). The hard part is myself being a good role model for them to mimick.
Elderese of the Day
Last night The Kiddos had a slumber party at The Gma’s. The Younger woke up at 3am and with all the excitement of the slumber party I assume his behavior reflects one very sleepy, very cranky child. He had a small meltdown in Kohl’s, where I needed to pick up a bday gift really quickly, but he recovered after some good ole fashioned neglect. Then on the way home he had another meltdown in the car because he wanted gum and I didn’t have any. I had given The Hub the last piece this morning so The Younger was actually mad at Daddy! So he was wailing away up until we were about 50 yards from the house.
Y: (at 180 decibels) I DON’T WANNA GO HOME!
E: (very matter of fact and nonchalantly scripted) I guess you’ll stay here alone with nobody.
Do I really use that threat? Surely not…




