Aaron’s Move: Our Old House

It’s been over three weeks now since Aaron moved into his group home.  He has done so much better than we had feared.  He has adjusted to extraordinary changes in his life.  And yet….

Now that the initial excitement is over and everything is becoming more routine, he is showing some signs of stress concerning his new life.  He is realizing that his living situation is long term.  That acknowledgement is coming with some resentment on his part.  It’s showing up in some small ways that we pray don’t grow into big issues.

Yesterday he told me that he misses my cooking.  Never mind that many times in the past he was not thrilled with my dinner menu.  He is conveniently disregarding that fact. 

This morning he called and told me that he wants to come home to sleep in his own bed.  He wanted to know why he can’t do that. 

These are tricky conversations.  We are broadsided with them and unsure how to answer them except to assure him of our understanding and our love. 

The first Sunday afternoon that I picked him up to come home, he wanted to bring his entire basket of music CDs with him as well as several of his Handy Answer Books.  He finally agreed, reluctantly and with frustration on both our parts, to bringing only a few CDs and one book. 

On that day, he just wanted to stay a short time at our house.  He did the same thing this past Sunday.  Just a brief stay and he was ready to go back.  It’s largely because all his “things” are at his group home now and so our home doesn’t feel like his home to him now. 

In fact, the other day he was talking about coming home.

“When I come to….” he started.  He didn’t know how to finish.

“When I come to….our old house….” he finally said.

It’s an adjustment that all of us have had to make when we have left home.  It’s just extra hard for Aaron, and still very new. 

We have encouraged Aaron to call his group home HIS house instead of calling it Victoria’s house.  He’s getting there, but slowly.

Another aspect of Aaron’s adjustment is that he is showing more of his typical bluntness and anger.  That’s because the newness is wearing off and he is feeling the stress of his new life more.   He got very upset after we left him on Sunday because Victoria also left on a quick outing with her family.  He called and wanted Gary and I to come back.  It was so hard.  We talked to him as long as we could but did not go back. 

The on-call staff who is also the residential coordinator went over to help.  She knows Aaron well and was a lifesaver. 

In fact, both the house staff and the day group staff have been so amazing.  They love Aaron, understand him, and know exactly how to work with him and help him process all the new challenges and his emotions that come as a result. 

The Medical Office Coordinator made Aaron the cutest bedazzled goose to match her big one in her office that he loves.

So here we are, navigating the day-to-day as Aaron grapples with the long-term reality of his new life.  This was a necessary decision we made for Aaron, but necessary decisions are seldom easy.

So many of you have helped tremendously with cards, visits, gifts, words of encouragement, and prayers.

Especially your prayers. 

Sometimes I still cry, like I did yesterday during lunch with a friend. 

Or sometimes at night when I pass Aaron’s dark room.

But I know that your prayers are upholding us and giving us a calm that can only be explained by God’s “peace that passes understanding.”

We are not unaware of the impact each of you is having on us and on Aaron through your love and prayers.

And for that, we thank you so much! 

Two Cookies

Every Thursday, Aaron and I deliver for Meals on Wheels.  Yesterday we walked up to Rita’s door.  Aaron held the bag of food and saw through the storm door window that Rita was slowly making her way to the door, stooped over her walker.

She paused before opening the door, though, and reached into her pouch attached to the front of her walker.  I could see her hand working to grab something and when she removed her hand, I saw what she was after.

Two cookies.

She then unlocked and opened the door, a big smile lighting her face.

“Here,” she said.  “I have a cookie for Aaron and for you.”

She handed us the simple cookies.  Aaron and I thanked her as she and I talked about how we love plain cookies with no icing or added ingredients. 

Her simple act filled her with obvious joy, and it did the same for me.

Rita doesn’t have much but she gave to me and Aaron from what she had. 

It reminds me of the widow’s mite that Jesus commended as the greatest gift given on the day that so many were making public displays of their large gifts.

Here was Rita, in her simple house handing us simple cookies.

And I was simply blessed.

Blessed and touched much more than if she had given us a big box of expensive decorated cookies from a popular bakery.

We can all do this every day, you know.  We can hand out small acts of kindness that touch people’s lives in ways far more lasting than the big things we often consider to be more meaningful or impressive.

I can find those kindness ways at the grocery store as I offer to take a cart to the drop-off for someone elderly or handicapped…as I smile at people…as I let others go ahead of me…as I chat with a lonely person while we examine the eggs.

And let’s not forget the biggest way that we can impact someone.  We can pray for them in the solitude of our homes.  We don’t even have to be mobile to exercise that most precious gift of God…the gift that God delights in and will honor in both your life and theirs.

Opportunities are all around us to be like Rita, to give of what we have in ways that are sweetly touching in someone’s life. 

Have a very blessed weekend! 

I hope you share a cookie or two with someone!

Rocks or Popcorn

Aaron loves rocks that he thinks are unusual.  Outside his day group, along the curb, are landscape rocks.  They grow much easier than grass.  Unless you have an Aaron, who eyeballs the rocks every day in search of THE one…or more than one…that he will pocket on that day.  The rocks are slowly dwindling with Aaron around, no matter how many times we tell him that he should not take…aka steal…any rocks.

These rocks have value to Aaron.  Some he thinks are diamonds or crystals even though we tell him they are not diamonds or crystals.  We tell him they are just normal rocks that need to stay in their rock home.  Still, he gathers the rocks and lately has been putting them in a large storage bag.

Tomorrow my husband is having shoulder replacement surgery.  We have kept this low key in order not to worry Aaron.  Aaron would be more worried about how this big change in our normal day would affect him instead of Gary but still, worry is worry.  

Or so we thought.

Last night, Aaron went into Gary’s study and handed Gary his bag of special rocks.

“Here, Dad,” Aaron said as he handed Gary the bag.  “I want you to take these to the hospital.”

Gary was so touched.  And he responded with such wisdom.

“Well, Aaron,” he replied, “I might be confused because of the drugs and think those rocks are candy.  If I ate one, I could break a tooth.”

Aaron thought for a second, took back the bag of rocks, and went up to his room.

Soon, he came back down.  He found Gary in the garage and handed him instead his bag of cheese popcorn that he was saving.  

“Here,” Aaron said again.  “I want you to take THIS to the hospital.”

Aaron’s love language has always been giving things to others.  In this case, Aaron won’t verbalize that he is concerned for his dad.  He probably won’t tell Gary that he hopes the surgery goes well.  He many even get frustrated during Gary’s long recovery at home because of the effects it will have on him and what he expects from Gary.

But we have a bag of cheese popcorn that speaks volumes to us of how much Aaron really does care.

And that’s as valuable to us as…as…diamond rocks!