By Scott Bailey © 2016
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories

Destination Dreams
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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So TV glamour aside – the reality of living with Autism in the family.
I ended the weekend totally exhausted. Went to work determined to leave it all behind me and concentrate on a major project which culminates tomorrow – when we retire two old websites and divert all the users to the newer current one. Tomorrow is going to be a late one.
First thing I get is a hitch in that process. Second – and before I get to look at that – another site we have has a major problem! It’s main functionality stopped completely.
Deep breath! Put aside the planned work for today – deal with this.
A phone call from the wife – Our youngest -the one with Autism – who has to face a long journey on a bus to get to school every day and has been struggling with it – has finally snapped. Just like we had been warning them – and asking them to change his transport arrangements – to no avail. He has flipped out and hurt other children. Now the bus company are refusing to take him anymore. Not even to bring him home.
So now we have an issue. I now have to get these jobs done quicker as I have to leave early to pick him up from school.
So bang – get one done. Bang get the other one done – need to get them tested and live.
Another phone call from the school.
Now – he has had a fall at school and had been rushed to A&E.
Got to get this fix live! Now! And leave!
Raced over to get him as my wife is in the hospital for heart cardiac rehab.
By the time I get him home and safe my heart is racing and chest is hurting so bad I think I might be joining her pretty soon!
I would say I can’t take many more days like this but this is becoming normal for us.
Oh for the easier days!
I am just thankful I have an understanding employer.
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
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My eldest – aged 8 – came up to me today and proposed his idea for a new superhero, with a grin – he relayed it.
It’s a man who gets bitten by a radioactive man and gets all the powers of a man. It’s Man-Man!
That’s displaying quite sophisticated humour, I think.
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
It’s been a strange week. I have taken some time off. Partly because the kids are on half term. Partly because a week today I start my new job so not sure when I will next be able to take time off for a while. Partly because we are still reeling a bit from the news that my wife is facing some serious surgery. Finally, because our youngest, having been diagnosed with ASD, and the mainstream school he was at being unable to cope – he has changed schools and went for his first day there today. So We have had to support him in this – and his brother who now has to cope with the fact that his little brother won’t be at school with him.
For someone with ASD it had the potential for disaster. He has had so much change in his life already, now he has been taken away from all the friends he made at school and has to face a long journey on a minibus with strangers to go to a much larger – but admittedly better – school. He managed admirably on his first day. Time will tell what the effects will really be. At least he will get proper attention now. He has gone from a class or 29 to a class of 6! With 4 teachers!
But all that’s just life. There were some oddities during this time off.
The first was late one night when we awoke in the middle of the night to an awful racket outside our window. It was a bird giving an alarm call and going totally mental. We looked out the window and I caught a glimpse of a cat slinking away with a dead bird in its mouth. I feared that it had got one of the noisy bird’s chicks. My wife – who can’t stand to see an ant hurt – raced out in her nightie to try to find the cat – all in vain. But the bird was still making a racket. So Rachel turfed your’s truly out of bed to go and take a look. After hunting around and finding nothing for ages I finally discovered another cat lurking in the shadows. After shooing it away the bird was finally silent. All kind of weird but ever since every time I go out the front door the same bird flies down to a nearby fence and sings at me. Rachel is convinced it is saying thanks for trying to help.
We must have weird wildlife around here as it gets stranger. A few days later while cycling back from the park with the kids, we saw that one of our neighbours was giving away a mini trampoline. One of those with a bar to hold on to – for toddlers really. We snapped it up. Our youngest loves nothing more than to bounce. On beds, on my back – anywhere! Well, that night we started to prepare our living room for some DIY (painting). This – against my protests – turned into actually doing the painting and went on to 3am! Once we finally got to a stopping point I went out into the garden to put some stuff away in our shed to find – I swear this is true – our resident frog jumping on the trampoline!
The frog – actually a whole family – appeared a few years ago and can be seen quite often in the garden at night. This is especially odd as we don’t have a pond! Nor do any of our immediate neighbours!
I just wish I had it on camera.
Oh well, back to work tomorrow. Three more days then a job of ten years comes to an end. Will be very strange.
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
I think I have broken my toe
But I am just too tired to know
Stubbed it on a childproof gate
Too tired to see it until too late
But the pain and the weariness melt away
Into warmth when you hear them say
Dadda and they give you a smile
That gives you the strength for the next mile
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
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or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories
In response to the Daily Prompt Treasure
Splosh
And a little erosion
Helped on
By little hands
Joy is free
Dawn will bring
New joy for some
Sadness for other
A new road for little feet
A new door opens
Waiting for us to walk through
All is set
So hand in hand
A new chapter
Begins
And laughter heralds
The way
I think I have broken my toe
But I am just too tired to know
Stubbed it on a childproof gate
Too tired to see it until too late
But the pain and the weariness melt away
Into warmth when you hear them say
Dadda and they give you a smile
That gives you the strength for the next mile
Two men wake
Two men go to work
Kiss their children goodbye
Work
Earn their wages
Provide
Come home
Love their children
Make love to their wives
Sleep
One man sends the other
A bomb in a package
Nothing between these men
But a thin fence
And hate
Dressed up as ideology
As fight against injustice
As religion
As revenge
But it is nothing
But the empty
Hate
Of little men
Rising up and crashing down
On the cold, dark northern sea
Through hail and thunder, rain and show
The dark behind we flee
Filled with fear and hunger
From their lands bereft
They gorged their souls on anger
Till nothing else was left
They crashed upon the naked shores
Like children of the thunder
And every wall they came across
The smashed and tore asunder
The burnt the words of holy men
Carved scars into the nation
But also left their words and ways
While singing their elation
Some stayed in the conquered lands
Creating yet more divides
Their echoes ring across the years
In our veins their blood resides
Passing the parcel
Noisy musical statues
Children’s birthday joy
Beach
Crashing waves
A boy in heaven
A joyous light in his eyes
So his parent’s hearts are warmed
to see his delight
Smiles on the
Beach
Putting our youngest to bed tonight I pulled off his socks to find his feet lined with sellotape?
I asked him what that was all about. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“So I can be spiderman, Daddy!”
Of course. Obvious.
There is a small group of people
I do not know them
But they watched my tears
As I watched him die
And they carry that moment
In their hearts
I hope
They find it strengthens them
Like a scar
Or a broken bone
It does not me