{"id":7184,"date":"2015-12-21T10:17:21","date_gmt":"2015-12-21T15:17:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.shorebeat.com\/brick\/?p=7184"},"modified":"2015-12-21T10:17:21","modified_gmt":"2015-12-21T15:17:21","slug":"new-years-evolution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/2015\/12\/new-years-evolution\/","title":{"rendered":"New Year’s Evolution"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author\u2019s Note:\u00a0 I wrote this piece years ago, but it continues to embody the holiday spirit for me, and I hope it does for you as well.\u00a0 Every year I read this piece and hope the ending is still true for our family, and so far I can say with gratitude it is.\u00a0 Enjoy and thank you for reading!<\/em><\/p>\n

We made a gingerbread house today, my youngest and me. Not the fancy version mind you, with its cinnamon-spiced cookie walls and sticky-sweet icing for snow, but the felt version, as I have yet to figure out how to create an edible construct that\u2019s gluten and casein-free. The form doesn\u2019t seem to matter to Zach however, as he seems content just to forge this linen building with craft glue and discretely adhered masking tape. He is simply happy to sit at our designated table with his mommy, and design his own.<\/p>\n

I am thrilled to be here with him as well, as this is the first \u201cChristmas house\u201d we have built together, and the added bonus is it conjures up the requisite images of festive architecture from my childhood past, pleasant in their remembrance. As I sit with him and attempt to gain better purchase on the tiny chair I am well aware of the enormity of this gift, the ability to carry on a tradition with my child, one who is eager and willing to perform it with me, one who miraculously was able to request its creation.<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s the last month of the year, and as always, just like the commencement of the school year, it\u2019s a time of reflection for me. I consider where we\u2019ve been and where we now reside as I help Zachary fabricate his house, watch him carefully separate out the pieces of his one-dimensional art form with such care, and manipulate the tiny forms with such ease. He desires to begin at the top of his home and work his way down, and as I\u2019ve never been one to insist on coloring in the lines we alter our blueprint a little, an act we\u2019ve committed time and time again in our tiny family of four.<\/p>\n

He begins with the roof, which he tells me firmly we require because \u201cit will keep everyone warm and cozy\u201d. As I contemplate how he\u2019s incorporated the latter adjective into his lexicon of words I am simultaneously reminded of the outpouring of care and compassion we\u2019ve received over the years, the small and grand acts of largesse, and the kind words both spoken and written to encourage our clan in times of conflict. These acts have blanketed us, permitted this family to retain the heat, the fire necessary to forge through the most searingly difficult times. We could not have built our own home without them.<\/p>\n

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Once the roof is safely adhered Zach moves onto the windows, neatly punching through the cloth panes of glass to afford us a glimpse of the other side, allowing us to widen our view. I recall how watching my youngest son\u2019s language expand, and my oldest son\u2019s increasing desire for social interaction, have both enabled me to envision a different world for my children this year. We now inhabit a home in which the future may hold more than just fleeting glimpses of a \u201cnormal\u201d childhood, one in which both of them may actually one day possess a true friend. I am so grateful for that expanded vista, for the possibilities inherent in those translucent frames.<\/p>\n

Finally, Zach addresses the foundation, shoring up the edges with his tiny fingers immersed in solvent, asking me if his careful ministrations are correct. I smile and tell him his house is lovely, as in its own way, is our own. Our foundation has also been conceived in patience, moored in consistency, cemented in love. It\u2019s not seamless, and there will always be cracks. But it will continue to stand.<\/p>\n

It will always stand.<\/p>\n

And my wish for all of you in every year to come, is that your own house, no matter how it\u2019s constructed or what form it takes, will continue to stand, wind and weather-battered, as magnificently strong as ours.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019d like to take just a quick moment to extend my immense gratitude to all of my readers this year. I am so appreciative of the time taken both to read my missives and to comment on them, and your continued loyalty. Thank you to everyone, and to close, here are the McCafferty photos that won a space on our Christmas card this year:<\/p>\n

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Exuberant because he\u2019s about to compete in a horse show\u2026<\/p>\n

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The end of a Cub Scout camping trip with me which he said was the \u201cbest day of his life,\u201d which I will have to remind him about in a few years when he\u2019s a teenageer\u2026<\/p>\n

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If you look really closely you can see how happy I am that my family can not only go on a vacation but actually all have fun!<\/p>\n

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Happy New Year to all!<\/p>\n

Follow me on Facebook at Autism Mommy-Therapist<\/em><\/p>\n

For more on my family visit my blog at autismmommytherapist.wordpress.com\/<\/em><\/p>\n

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