By Kim Rossi
Hi, friends. Every so often I provide a glimpse into my family. And there was that book. Anyway, yesterday the neatest thing happened here. My oldest of three girls with autism is Mia. She is 22 years old. If you met her, you'd call her pretty severely affected. She is in a day program. Speaks minimally to make her needs known. Needs help with skills and activities of daily living.
My mornings are hectic. Bella goes to high school at 7:00am. Gianna goes to her post-grad school program at 8:00am. Mia goes to her day program at 8:20am. They all wake up before 5:00am.
Mia showers in the morning, then she puts on a magenta T shirt and blue jeans. Daily. Every day. 365 days a year. Pink shirt. Blue pants. End of story. You know what I mean, right?
Yesterday, I went upstairs to find the shower turned on, Mia standing ready to hop in, with ZERO prompting.
Insert blinky face emoji here.
I helped her shower and then dry off her body.
"Hmmmm," I thought to myself. "This is new independence. Let's push it."
I helped her put on her bra, and then left all of her clothes on her bed. Two pair of pants and two shirts. Choices. And I left without saying a word.
A few moments later, Mia came downstairs fully dressed. Zipper zipped. Button buttoned. Shirt on facing correctly. (Insert fainting emoji here.) Sandals on her feet.
DONE. DRESSED. BOOM!
We're on a new protocol. It's very simple. OTC items you can get at most stores. Nothing medicinal. Working on the gut.
I won't tell you the name because the haters will go into attack mode. God forbid our kids make progress, right?
Mia is a gorgeous 22 year old woman. She got herself dressed without prompting today.
Tomorrow, I'll demand even more.
Keep the faith.