Flung Pooh. Feng Shui Autism: Beginning a New Journey

OUR VIEW

NEW… this phrase does not find a comfortable home underneath the hair and skull of an obsessive compulsive person. Same-same, that settles right tight between the purring ears. However, sometimes, a family needs some new, or in this case can’t help that new is coming. How do we prepare our loves that might not cope well with change for that very thing? I am in the throws of this now. First, I must get myself over the hump of a move after settling on this hilltop for nearly twenty-seven years. Then I might be able to prepare Zach for what might be absolute upheavel.

IT MIGHT NOT MANIFEST as what I’m envisioning. Change rarely does. We’ve watched this “change” in job and possibly in location coming down a slippery pike for, oh, over a year now. I’ve had to be willing (very difficult for a stick-in-the-mud like myself), and thus already…in my mind I’ve prodded myself to move on, straight up to Seattle, jogged up to Portland and on over to Bend. Now…seriously? Do we get to stay in our beloved valley? I had to labor to get to the point of real willingness, not just saying, “OK, I’ll go” but actually being excited about going if that was on the docket of, the life and times of Web and Karen Staunton. I started this post thinking we were moving, we did a gigantic purge of twenty-six years of “stuff” pushed into cabinets, closets and behind the storage shed (That. Already obese with junk). Oh the stuff we’ve acquired, stored and now chucked. It feels much cleaner, lighter, like breathing fresh air after lungs full of thick smoke.

THIS PURGE, it’s healthy, whether we move, or stay and so is the mental willingness…empowering, yep, that’s the right word, as I let go of twenty-six years of memories jarred loose in the change-thing, I realize I will always have those memories whether the stuff stays, or goes (let someone else make a memory with it), I am now able to make room for more living and to push the save button and move on (not that I’ve gotten rid of it all. *shamefaced). But now, I give thanks for being able to hatch and raise our family in this wonderful hilltop-hacienda. To think of leaving as positive was no small feat. I struggled (might still struggle).

AS we prepare Zach for this change…
HOW DO WE “move a rooted Zach” forward? Will he melt down, stay melted down; not be the same happy man-child we’ve learned to work with? Because meltdowns, they equal no fun and throbbing eardrums. Still; meltdowns happen.
THERE ARE SMALL THINGS we can do, but first off…I believe in talking to, The Being Who Has The Power To Transform and positive brain waves that move before us and make the path smooth and easily followable: Whether we know it, or not these positive thoughts help the atmosphere around our children also. If we are not dealing well with a situation it throws stumbling blocks into their world and it’s much more difficult for them to wade through these obstacles of fear and confusion than it is for us.
ALSO communicating to our children about the move and reassuring that all of their loved things will come along; even though Zach is nonverbal we assume he hears, because we really are unable to know what he is and isn’t able to process.
MAKE A PLAN as to what moving day will look like. Will the child’s room stay in tact till the morning of? In our case this would need to be the case. On top of that, Zach’s stuff would need to arrive and be set up before him and in a longer move, this might pose a problem. *Note to self here, deal with one day at a time. We would have to prepare, not only Zach, but ourselves for the long arduous days ahead of reestablishing Zach’s comforts and routine. In a nutshell, prepare for the days ahead and then roust the good within to deal healthily with what is.

THIS is today’s post (actually started months ago and still we wait for answers to change); I do hope we are not prodded on, but…as I journal, what will tomorrow hold and am I willing?

MEANWHILE we have had a married daughter and hubby move from Portland to our basement…expecting our fifth grand child (due October, 6th). Oh happy day!