Sketch ran away. Again.
It is really getting frustrating to have to constantly think about where he is, what he's doing.
Is he still doing what he was doing just a minute ago? How about now?
It's a source of constant anxiety leading to panic when he's out of sight.
So many times he is right where he should be, we just can't see him. But, the anxiety continues to rise until his body is visible again.
Just yesterday this happened. He went exploring in the small strip of woods along the side of our yard. It was about to rain, and I'd seen him go back there so I wasn't too worried. Not worried, that is, until I lifted PolkaDot to my hip and walked across the yard with aching back, wrists, feet and knees (due to RA) to tell him to come inside only to find that I couldn't find him at all. He'd vanished! I knew I couldn't search far, especially while carrying my 1 year old. Then I heard him scripting (I thanked God for his scripting this time!) and knew he was nearby.
But tonight when I wasn't worried, is when I should have been worried. That's how it works, you know.
Sketch was outside snacking on Pirate Booty. I was inside with my new best friend, the Kitchen Aid, watching it tirelessly work kneading dough for pizza tonight. Mr. Incredible was with the other 3 kids. Next thing I know there is a house shaking "KNOCK - KNOCK - KNOCK" on the door, scared me right out of my rolling pin!
It was our neighbor, "Is this one yours?" he asks, as Sketch happily trots and scripts, signing to himself in the back yard.
"Yes it is. Where did you find him?"
"Oh, down at my house. I thought he was yours."
"Did he give you a hard time coming back here?" I cringe, sure he fought him the entire way...like last year.
"No, he just ran to each house along the way, knocked on their doors." He said with a smile.
Yes, I am very blessed with friendly neighbors who find my children far more often than I know they need to be found. It is an interesting way to meet ones neighbors, I might add.
Tonight when I posted on my Facebook wall that Sketch ran away again, several friends joined in the discussion because they either have the same problem with their child with autism, or they have ideas on how to help keep the children from running away.
I have made so many friends because of autism, that I never would have known otherwise. Friends literally across the world! Some of these friends are among my closest friends, even though we have never physically met (yet!).
That is a true, true Treasure: Friendship.
Friends who really do understand what it's like to raise kids who don't fit the mold.
Who have kids who are so smart there is no child proofing that can contain them.
Friends who struggle with children who go three days straight without sleep.
Friends who know what it's like to have children prone to outrageous meltdowns due to sensory processing disorders that travel along with autism.
Friends who know what it's like to have a child missing, not knowing if they are alive or if they drowned in the pond down the street. Not knowing if they were hit by that car coming over the hill ask they pranced up it oblivious to the dangers.
Some things we deal with in the autism world are so opposite from what "normal" parenting requires, but we are not alone. God has given us each other. He has made us find each other even when we reside on opposite sides of the globe.
As strange as some of the things that we deal with are, we are not ever alone in dealing with it. "What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again, there is nothing new under the sun." Ecclesiastes 1:9