Rianna kicks, hits, and pinches.  Jordan sits in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest and his cheeks turning red.  Then he starts screaming.  Both are angry.  Very, very angry.  Their parents are scared, sad, frustrated, and likely, very angry themselves.

Anger and rage attacks are complex phenomenon and are sometimes associated with ADHD, depression, impulse disorders, addiction, and brain chemistry abnormalities.  Homeopathic remedies can have profound affects in transforming emotional patterns and facilitating mental and physical balance and harmony.

For chronic or severe anger issues, it is advisable to work with professional homeopaths and therapists.  MORE

It is February 13, and, yet again, I have not bought those silly, pre-printed Valentines for my elementary school-aged kids to distribute to their classmates. Though I will.  It is required.

The class lists for addressing Valentines were sent home few weeks ago.  Other children came to school today (a whole day early!) clutching red-heart-decorated shoe and boot boxes to collect the cards and treats.  I will supervise reluctant card-signing tonight.  MORE

I revel in the amazingness of human beings.  I love the video clips and drawings and music that show that autism is really awesomism.

• I cry each time I watch the YouTube video of Carly Fleischmann, typing “hurt” and “help” at age 11 when, until that moment, she had been presumed to be retarded and unaware of what was going on around her.  I love that, after refusing to type on demand for the television crew during an interview, she types “Is he cute?” when the reporter mentions that he has a son. MORE

Sunday morning, I prepared Ellana and Jonathon for Candle-Lighting and caroling with their Ukrainian Scouting Group.  Daniel  flicked his fingers near his eyes and asked a quick series of questions.

“Why I not speak Ukrainian?  Why even learning to speak English hard for me?  Why I not talk until four and a half, like Einstein?”  MORE

We’ve been living without schedules and school since June. And we liked it.  But a week before Christmas, we finally moved into our new home and enrolled the children in school.  Today was their first day.

Ellana, 13, was excited to go.  She had her schedule and school map highlighted and coordinated, a new binder, and a new top.  Her main request was, “Please don’t meet me at the bus stop.”

Stephen, 9, jumped out of bed and was dressed five minutes after I woke him.  “Might as well get this over with,” he sighed slouching into a fleecy sweatshirt.  His biggest concern was finding friends.  (He’s very discriminating.)

We met a boy about his size as we walked to school.  By the time we got to the door, Stephen knew someone in his class.  They went to line up together.

When we arrived at Daniel’s classroom, his eyes filled with tears.  “I’m a little bit nervous he said,” looking terrified. MORE

I rowed for 14 minutes today.  My first exercise in months.  Why did I begin before the Big January 1 Start-Your-New-Year’s-Resolutions day?  I chose my Word for 2012 and the rowing just happened.  (Watch out Nike!)

How I Managed to Just Do It! (for this is not my usual way)

We have been busy house-hunting, selling, and buying since August.  I used the busyness of the move as an excuse to eat more cookies and exercise less.  I promised myself that once we moved into our new home, I would return to healthier habits.  MORE

A week before Christmas: Most of our belongings stood scattered throughout our house in big, brown boxes, evidence of our third cross-state move in four years.

There is a delightful video clip circulating on the Internet.  In it, a woman approaches Michael Buble during a concert and tells him that her son “sings really good.”  Buble looks amused/annoyed. The surprised boy is beckoned to the stage and Buble says, “You’re 15 and you want to sing?”

Sam mumbles something that is not audible in the video.  Then the mom says something and Buble says into the mike, “I know you’re a mom.  I’m a singer.  I show up and do this.”

Buble then throws up his hands and says, “You know what?  We’ve taken it this far already.  Come up here for a minute.”

Sam Hollyman is lifted over the bar that separates the audience from the stage.  When he begins singing, Buble’s eyes go wide, he jumps up and says, “Holy s#itzballs mom. Sam can sing.”  The audience applauds wildly. MORE

My paternal grandmother was a master of self-indulgence and womanly arts.  Each year, on my grandfather’s birthday, she would buy herself a new dress, “So he can enjoy looking at me.”  An immigrant with limited financial means, she bought herself a mink coat.  When my grandfather proudly told my parents what a great deal his wife got, my grandmother giggled, “I paid more than that for one sleeve.”

She managed to travel all over the world.  My husband recalls her delight as she told him in heavily-accented English, “Mah-yke.  I go lots of places.  Rome.  Fatima.  Ma-ya-mi every winter.  I go Havaii t-ree time.  I go Aruba.  They have divi divi tree.  ”

Her hair was always done and she was always carefully dressed.  In her last years in a nursing home, she was known as Queen Irene. MORE

Two years ago, after a lifetime in Michigan and one (homeschooling) year near Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, our family moved to Madison, Wisconsin.  We fell in love with the suburb in which we chose a home.  There was a park with a playground across the street, the local athletic club had a waterpark and swimming lessons specifically for autistic children, downtown was just the right size for us.

At that time, I had been homeschooling all of my children for two years, my eldest for five.  Moving to a new town, I planned to enroll our youngest and oldest in public school while keeping Daniel at home.  I was certain the schools would not be able to meet his needs.

A Brief History of Our School Adventures

Daniel had been in public school for four years before we started moving around.  His preschool autism program at the Macomb Intermdiate School District (MISD) had been wonderful.  His teachers, therapists, and aides were brilliant.  But after three years, the autism program no longer suited him.  He was placed in regular kindergarten (with no aide or support) for half the day and in a program for cognitively impaired children the other half.  MORE

• Wouldn’t it be nice if we could step through a gateway to an easier, more joyful life with our children?
• Wouldn’t it be nice if today were the day to take this step?

Lori Shayew runs a Facebook group called The Gifts of Autism.  Tracie Carols, recently published Connor’s Gift:  Embracing Autism in This New Age.  Suzy Miller calls autism Awesomism.

All over the world people are seeing the best of today’s Uniquely Magnificent Children.  Many of these children have diagnosed communication or language disorders, yet they imbue in the adults life’s most profound lessons.

Lessons from Connor

In Connor’s Gift, his author-mother provides an intimate look into her journey parenting a Uniquely Magnificent Child.  My favorite parts of the book are Connor’s teachings that appear at the opening of each chapter.  Here are the first words shared:

I will mirror your difficulties just as I can mirror your enthusiasm.  Love me through my difficulties and know it will not always be like this.  Things are not always as they appear.  When you are angry or resentful, you are only hurting yourself.  Take time to laugh and enjoy life.  We are all here to enjoy each other and to enhance our experiences. (p. 7) MORE