tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19934305365590893702011-09-11T08:32:26.632-04:00Sharing my heart, expressing God's Love and Grace. HE always amazes me!Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-12330683289356829812010-12-14T15:50:00.007-05:002010-12-14T16:01:31.682-05:00

'Twas The Week Before Christmas BreakbyDonna M Cooper ‘Twas the week before Christmas breakAnd throughout all the schoolsThe children were naughtyAnd breaking the rules The students who once wereWell behaved, never poutingHave become like wild animalsRunning, jumping, climbing, shouting "They begin in the morning”The teachers declareAnd continue all day"I’m pulling out my hair” "They must be

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What a blast!Jonathan's school had Field Day yesterday. Parent's were invited, so how could I miss watching my little guy in action? It was very organized with tons of fun games and festivities, including water balloon tosses, relay races and tug-a-war.Jonathan participated in everything, happily and willingly. He was part of the team in every way. He listened intently to directions, and joyfully

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I've been working on Gentleman Training 101 with Jonathan. Teaching him to open doors and wait, and what to say after he is thanked. It is working! Mike was sick yesterday, so he did not go to church. Only Jonathan and I went. Jonathan held the door open for me as we were coming into our church, I thanked him, to which he replied, "My pleasure," With a sweet voice. I had no idea there

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As a Mom, I find that I'm often having to let go.If I got a report card for Mommying, I'd probably flunk this subject. Letting go is not always easy. As a matter for fact, sometimes letting go is extremely difficult, even when it is about seemingly little things.I have dark hair...well, God is in process of highlighting my dark hair, but before He was doing that it was a deep dark brown, almost

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There have been some issues brewing at Jonathan's school. It came to a place that it needed some Mommy intervention. I prepared visual supports and updated a stagnant token system to help my son become motivated to participate and cooperate. I went to the school yesterday morning to share the new plan with the teacher. I ended up staying until noon, helping Jonathan to get back on track with

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Many years ago I read this poem, and memorized it. I felt the words speak to my soul. The masses may judge on the outward appearance, but God sees with different eyes and hears with different ears, and HE knows the intrinsic worth and value. It's been years since I thought of this poem, and once again it has touched me, on a different level. How appropriate to relate this to our children with

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A few years ago, I was asked to teach a class for parents of newly diagnosed children. These families felt frustrated and had little hope for their children. I had an idea to make a PowerPoint presentation filled with pictures of my son, to document his progress. As he was growing up, we worked very hard to have beautiful pictures of him. Often (Always) we would take 30 - 50 pictures to get

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I recently received an email from a man who's son was just diagnosed with autism and hyperlexia. He asked me about my son. The paths we've traveled. Therapies, education and programs we've experienced. What has helped? What we'd do differently.PLEASE NOTE: Every child is different. I feel God guided me to the things that worked for Jonathan. I look at all the therapies available as "tools" to

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I planned a Mario themed party for Jonathan at our house. I was concerned because we had very few RSVP's, but 9 children came, along with many adults. It was perfect. Jonathan was awesome! He never got too wound up. Played well with his friends. Appreciated his gifts and givers. Listened well to my directives. Sitting here very sore and tired (gee...this getting old ain't no fun!) I am reflecting

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Here it is the week before Easter. I am blessed to be on the worship team and my church. We did quite a bit of singing about the Cross this morning.As a Christian, I've been pondering the cross and have some interesting thoughts to share. If I were a preacher, guess I'd have my Easter Sermon! Think about the cross...what comes to mind?A 14K Gold charm you wear around your neck?Or the hanging

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Ouch. That hurt...This morning while trying to get some work done on my laptop, I repeatedly asked my son to lay at the other end of the couch. He was trying to snuggle, but he has a tough time sitting still, so it was more like cuddling with a windshield wiper. Somewhere around the 20th time I asked him to move, my request had a certain "tone" of OBEY NOW!He looked at me with a very

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Yesterday was a whirlwind. No, actually more like a Tsunami.A few years ago, my son could not leave the watchful eye of an adult for even a minute. You never knew what he might do! Would you believe?Climb to the to of the refrigerator to get to the cookie jar? (18 months old)Leave his bedroom to roam the neighborhood at 2:00 AM? (at 2 years old!)Attempting to cut the cat's tail off so it would

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1) It is never a shock that my child has behavior issues. I live with him. I know. 2) Tell me 2 good things about my child when you have to tell me something bad. Think of it as a sandwich. Good/Bad/Good. 3) Let me know you like my child. 4) Realize that I often feel guilty that he is in your class, because I know he takes up so much more of your time and effort than typical children do. 5)

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Three years ago today, my Mom went to be with the Lord. Needless to say, I miss her very much. March 22nd will always be a day with the mixture of sadness and joy. Sadness because of the obvious loss and desire to be with my Mom again. Joy because I know she is basking in the Awesome presence of the Lord!Wanted to share something I wrote. This was very much of an epiphany to me. I began not

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A month since I've blogged? How is that possible? I hate to blog when I'm not in a good mood. Now don't get me wrong...I love Christmas, and decorating and baking and festivities. Honoring the Baby born in the manger. But the last month has been filled with so many physical problems that to expect anyone to read would have been depressing. But now, I have come to the place that I am asking

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A LONG time ago I remember receiving an email, and they asked for poems, stories and artwork from people with developmental disabilities. I sent something in Jonathan had "written" (he said it, and I typed it.) Today I get a book in the mail, and see that my 8 year old son got published!!! How cool is that?The online edition is a PDF file you can see. His poem is on page 12 (though you might

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I experienced one of those rare moments of awakening last night. God spoke to my heart and showed me His most gracious love and care for me. I'm not sure I can put into words the depth of this revelation, but I will attempt to do so.Late last night, after a meeting, I decided to go see the new Nicholas Sparks movie. I've been a fan of his for years. I've enjoyed reading many of his books, and

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You don't often hear me do this, but for this moment I'm going to be glowing in the dark, neon sign kind of thing, about my glorious accomplishment this afternoon. Please excuse this brief moment of expressing the joy of my success. There is about $1,500 worth of dental work that needs to be done in Jonathan's mouth. 3 teeth that need "baby" root canals and crowns and several other fillings.

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I just love my son's sense of humor. Probably because I'm pretty much always shocked by the fact that he has one. I mean, of course he'll laugh at jokes. But what really amazes me is when HE is the one actually creating the humorous situation on purpose.He comes upstairs today after his shower with only a robe on (remember he's only 8). He begins running through the house shouting...."It's a

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Yesterday was our IEP Annual Review. I've become an IEP Pro. BTDT so many times that IEP meetings no longer stress me out the way they used to. I have a wonderful relationship with the teachers/staff at the school, so I enjoy the meetings. I normally bake brownies or chocolate chip cookies to "sweeten" the adventure (i.e. bribe my way for anything I want.) Works well... Though yesterday was

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I have this little thing I say to my son. I've said it for years. It's a Mommy thing. Something that he can hold on to during yucky days. You know...days whenthe entire 2nd grade class is picking on himand he got a 60 on the spelling testand he has to write the entire report again because his writing is sloppyand his tag bothers him but no one will cut it outand he can't get the words out to

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I have found that heroes come in many forms. They don't all wear capes and fly through the air. What real heroes possess is the ability to rescue someone in peril. Today is the birthday of my favorite "hero". Though "only" a general education teacher, this woman definitely leaps tall buildings with a single bound in my eyes!When my son went to Kindergarten (his first inclusion experience) he was

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Last night Jonathan and I were talking about what he wants to be when he grows up. His list has included: Monster Truck Driver, Nascar Driver, Pet Trainer, Video Game Designer, Astronaut, Book Collector, and Paleontologist to name a few. But last night I mentioned how being a Doctor might be something he should consider for a few reasons. One is, it is a "helping people" job and another is they

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Life on the BRIGHT SIDE of the Spectrum! Long ago, when my son was turning 4, we witnessed some dramatic changes in his life. We witnessed God at work, reshaping the way our son related to the world. While he was once alone on his island, he was beginning to allow people to cross the bridge and once in a while would even choose to cross that bridge into our world. I would often overflow with

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So, as most of you know who are reading my blog (hey...does anyone really read this?) I probably don't need to state the fact that my 8 year old son has autism. But if you are new, you might not know, so now you do!Jonathan has autism. Though most people who meet him would never suspect. He is social and likes people. Upon first encounter, you might think he was just a typical kid with ADHD

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This morning while getting ready for school, my son said something very profound."Mom, the God who created the whole entire universe made me. I think He cares about details."At first I laughed. Then I realized how truly significant this thought process was for him. For my precious son is autistic, and it is hard for him to grasp that anyone could feel or think differently than he does. But this

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I have been moved by Sarah Palin. I cried when she so genuinely shared from her heart about her son, Trig, with Downs Syndrome. I was touched when she made a comittment that she would be a friend for Special Needs children in the White House. After her speech on Wednesday, I decided to actually DO SOMETHING to support her. After a conversation with a friend and her sharing her awesome idea, we

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Tomorrow morning at 6:30 I'm going in for surgery on my knee. It is outpatient surgery, not a huge deal. But for some reason the thought of going under general anesthesia has me contemplating my mortality. I honestly know that if I was to die, I would go and spend eternity with Jesus. So I'm not really fearful of dying. But I wrestle with leaving my precious little boy without a Mama. Something

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People with autism tend to take everything literally, which can make for difficult times. You have to explain every Idiom. (See the "2 Birds + 1 Stone = Poor Boy" post from a few weeks ago) But it can also make for humorous times....like the one I had today.This afternoon Jonathan comes to me: "Mom...I'm soooooooooooo hungry. Can I have a snack?" It was 4:45, and if he had a snack at that point,

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I am offended.Offended for precious lives that will be hurt by this horrible movie "Tropic Thunder" recently released.My sincere prayer is that the movie flops, the studio looses money, and perhaps the message is heard that this kind of behavior that is not acceptable on the playground, is not acceptable on the screen either.I have taken the music off my blog to allow you to watch the following

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When my son was young, it seemed as if autism was a monster controlling him. It was a scary time, to say the least. We were not given a great prognosis about his future, at best, his potential was unknown. Then, I noticed he became intrigued by butterflies, literally dancing with glee as he watched them. I remember once, him crawling inside a net basket, and as he came out he "flew" around the

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-89062023934297522732008-08-11T01:09:00.006-04:002008-08-13T22:27:35.254-04:00

Quirky. . .me? Never.My buddy, Angie, tagged me in a meme. I like this one. It's about quirks. Do I have quirks? We're about to find out. Rules for this meme are as follows:1) Link to the person who tagged you.2) Mention the rules.3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself.4) Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.5) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets

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Then you knew that already!I wanted to share something that just happened to me. God is so faithful and cares about even the little things in our lives.My keys were lost. Last time I used them was Sunday. We did not go anywhere on Monday, but Tuesday when I went to take Jonathan to VBS, my keys were no where to be found. Mike had a key stashed for such occasions, but it was only the car key, not

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There are some things that, if I did not have a child with autism, I would never experience. Some are not fun, but most give me new perspectives, unique and often humorous.Last night while out with my son, I mentioned a few things that I needed to do, saying that I was going to "kill two birds with one stone">A look of horror came upon his face. "Mom, you? You're going to kill 2 birds with a

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This has been a rough summer.Jonathan has been booted (or nearly booted) from everything we've enrolled him in. Twice in the past few weeks, I've gotten calls to come pick him up, and told he was not welcome to participate. This has broken my heart.My son is a wonderful 8 year old boy with high functioning autism, very smart and is usually pretty easily redirected. Following the last incident (he

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AQUATICMAN in ACTION! AQUATICMAN Incognito(trying to look like a little boy instead of the Super Hero he is!)Hallelujah! Jonathan has conquered the water! He has, in one short week been transformed from the fish-that-got-hooked-and-is-flopping-around-in-the-water type swimmer to the Super Hero AQUATICMAN, able to swim the length of the pool in 20ish freestyle strokes! Whooshing to retrieve dive

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That's right...who says nothing in life is free? If you go to this blog (http://allieparkersthoughts.blogspot.com/) you can have a chance of winning a painting! Pretty cool!!I am...Donna

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I'm sure you've had them. A week filled with challenges and frustrations. And just the time I've made peace with it all, a new complication is rolling in like a Tsunami. OK...that's a bit of an exageration.I've had a week filled with gallbladder screaming, knee issues and eye problems (me); rushing to the hospital with alamingly high blood pressure (Mike); knowing his insurance will not cover

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We moved from Orlando, FL to Maryville, TN almost a year ago. We love it here! When we first moved, my daughter applied for a job at a little place called "The Capitol". She quickly became enamoured by it. It is a Coffee shoppe/Old Movie Theater/Art Exhibit place in the downtown area. I found out you could rent the theater out for private parties, which started my wheels turning. My favorite

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Do you remember that movie? Did you ever see it?If you haven't it is so worth it. Granted...it is long, and sometimes the movie drags a bit, but there is so much about the movie that is worthwhile.The film chronicles the life of Eric Liddell, a runner for the Olympics in 1924. Eric is a Christian, and stands for what he believes is right, even though it means it may cost him the chance of

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Yep...it's my birthday.Another year. They seem to be coming faster and faster. In my late 30's to early 40's I did NOT like my birthday. With every year, the biological clock ticked louder and louder.Wanting another baby so much, I just hated getting older, knowing that it meant my chances were decreasing. The thought of not having another baby saddened my heart.But God heard my cry. And after 2

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First of all, let me say that I do NOT play piano...it's more like playing around on the piano. But I love to be alone with the Lord and play and sing praises. He says to "make a joyful noise"...so I try and obey.Many years ago we had a piano. At the time we were hurting financially, and then our transmission went out in our car! So I ended up selling my piano to pay for the transmission, with

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I've not blogged for a while because even the light from the computer was too much for my poor eye to handle. Which means driving and watching TV and basically keeping my eyes open doing anything has been painful.How often do we (do I!) forget to be grateful to God for things like being able to see...not just computers and TV's, but a sunrise or the faces of our loved ones or reading the Word of

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-67870286750956585942008-06-17T09:36:00.004-04:002008-06-23T20:00:17.919-04:00

I am thinking of the Scripture that says when one part of the body hurts the whole body suffers with it...I woke up this morning with Pink Eye. OUCH. I'm looking for the toothpick that must be lodged in it someplace, plus my eye is watering so much I think I'm going to dehydrate. There is no relief.I just couldn't do the Mommy thing today. That sounds pathetic...but after 41 "Mommy, can you...."

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-46510300090588038322008-06-15T21:43:00.009-04:002008-06-28T11:32:01.917-04:00

Today was Father's Day. So of course my thoughts turn towards my own Dad.I love my Daddy. I was the last of 5 children and the only girl, so I guess I was a shoe in for getting some special treatment from Dad.My Daddy went to heaven in October 2006. I miss him so much.My Dad was a quiet man. As a matter of fact I have found out tons of stuff about him I never knew until AFTER his death! There

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-78746315619497261822008-06-10T18:33:00.010-04:002008-06-14T22:49:49.538-04:00

Today is June 10, 2008.It is an anniversary for me...kind of.Not a good anniversary, actually one I wish never happened.But on June 10, 1988 my husband and I (on our honeymoon) were traveling in our cute little blue CRX, through Louisiana on our way back to Florida (we had been all the way to Utah and the Grand Canyon). When in a little town of Lavonia we had a horrible car accident. We hit a car

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-71186068528661697042008-06-09T22:07:00.016-04:002008-06-10T07:13:23.250-04:00

Everyone needs passion in their lives. I'm not necessarily talking about the romantic kind. Thought that is nice. But I'm speaking of really loving something. Pursuing it with all your heart. Thinking about it. Dreaming about it. Talking about it. Living it.I've grown to admire people who are passionate about something. I remember watching my son's Kindergarten teacher working with children.She

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-16769551984561655462008-06-07T15:23:00.010-04:002008-06-07T21:20:31.541-04:00

Having a child with special needs has changed my life in so many ways. One thing I have come to appreciate so much are the other people that God has brought to our lives to help work with our son. They have made such a difference!Today I want to thank them. For their love and care...for never giving up...for going the extra thousand miles...for seeing the good in my son even when his behavior

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-7196674880982569992008-06-07T13:09:00.004-04:002008-06-07T15:26:03.950-04:00

Jonathan and Dad went fishing today. Jonathan caught 2 catfish. See the fish in the picture to the right?? Well that is the one that got away! : ) My beloved husband forgot to bring the camera. So I went searching for a picture of a catfish and came up with this one. Impressive, isn't it?? How many people do you think that baby would feed? What kind of fishing pole could they possibly have used

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Today we went to see the Panda. Typically, my son doesn't do too well with movies. He's just not a sitstillforanhourplus kid. But he loved this movie, and so did I.We sat and shared this movie, laughing and enjoying the humor. I was delighted to be doing a "normal" thing for most kids, but a year ago something I would not have even attempted.The growth in my son is impressive. He can now follow

Donna Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052795799946251999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993430536559089370.post-52177835531899689072008-06-05T17:58:00.005-04:002008-06-07T15:30:49.417-04:00

God's grace. We know that our lives depend upon it. We realize that we are still here because of it. Basking in the knowledge that God's grace has transformed me continues to bring joy to me. The realization of what I deserve, and the understanding of what I've received is beyond awesome. Because it is by GRACE we have been saved, through faith. Not of works so no man can boast.So, this being my

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