Goodnight Moon

Many years ago, when Oliver was very little, his paediatrician asked Catherine and me what our parenting strategy was.

The question caught us unawares: we’re supposed to have a strategy?!, we wordlessly said to each other. We’d assumed that everything would just figure itself out.

And it did. Until it didn’t.

Last fall was the most challenging time of our parenting lives, and the months from August to December remain something of a blur.

Life was out of balance. We were out of balance. Routines were out of whack. Oliver was under constant duress, and so we were too. More than once I remember driving home from the school run with tears in my eyes. Morning and bedtime routines were full of turmoil. I developed a Pavlovian response to midday text messages from the school.

But we found our way back. Together. And with help.

Oliver played a huge role in this, learning brand new ways of communicating his needs (when your son tells you that you “need to be less tyrannical,” that’s a helpful stage direction).

Johannes and Lauren and Mackenzie and Drake, who’ve worked with Oliver after school and on Sundays, played a huge role in this, enabling him to become more independent and social.

The staff at Colonel Gray High School—Shelly and Dave and Maritza and Jill—played a huge role in this, bending and twisting and improvising to find a way forward that would work for Oliver. Like agreeing to go for a walk with him every morning before going into the school to give him an emotional air lock. And moving his lunch time earlier to a less chaotic time in the cafeteria. And agreeing to allow him to research local food policies as part of his curriculum.

After an exhausting, soul-stretching Christmas trip to Ontario, we realised that, though we’d made gains, we needed help. So we made an appointment with the selfsame paediatrician—he’s been with us since the delivery room—and told him as much.

He sprang into action, and within a few days, we had a referral to the Richmond Mental Health Centre, and a suggestion that we enrol in the Strongest Families telemedicine program, designed to help teens experiencing worry and anxiety, and their families.

By mid-February we were having a weekly call with a coach, filling out a worry tracker every night, practising belly breathing, muscle relaxation and positive thinking, and role playing bold new scenarios for handling worrying situations. We had our last of the 10 weekly calls last week, and the effect on our mental health has been transformational: our family is, indeed, stronger.

Things going all koyaanisqatsi on us wasn’t only about Oliver and high school and teenagerhood and autism, it was also about our role as parents. We actually did need a parenting strategy, and the one that evolved bore a striking resemblance to the Collaborative and Proactive Solutions model promulgated by Dr Ross Greene, who we had the pleasure of spending a daylong workshop with in April.

Distilled to its essence it is this: Oliver is how Oliver is. Whether you call that autism or not is immaterial and, regardless, incomplete. Looking at Oliver’s unique strengths and challenges, and then working with him to develop solutions, strategies and route-arounds works much, much better than yelling louder or with more conviction.

If you’ve got a kid who isn’t going to be settled until he’s read every single Facebook notification before he heads off to bed, giving him an extra 5 minutes to do this might just be the right answer. In our case, it meant the difference between a happy, peaceful bedtime routine and a disastrous all-consuming one that could echo stress well into the night.

And so I am less tyrannical. I’m not walking on parenting tenterhooks, but I am more empathetic, more flexible, more recognising of how subtle changes in approach can have remarkably positive effects on which way a situation goes.

And so in the morning I spend 15 minutes helping Oliver greet the day rather than repeatedly pleading that he get up. And we get to school when we get to school.

In the evening he takes the time he needs to check Phil Ferraro’s Facebook updates. And Katlin’s. And Ton’s. And then we shut the laptop and go upstairs to bed. I’ve had to develop a sixth sense to know when that time is. Sometimes I get it wrong. But mostly I don’t.

When we go upstairs, I turn on Oliver’s podcasts, we work together on the crossword puzzle I made up earlier in the evening (another sort of mental air lock), and then I say goodnight.

Which is how it’s 9:30 p.m. as I type this and Oliver is happily asleep upstairs (or at least happily listening to 99% Invisible).

I don’t dread the morning routine that will come tomorrow. Nor does Oliver.

He’ll have a fine day at school.

I’ve talked to Oliver about writing a book about the last 10 months, and proposed the title “A Very Hard Year, and How It Got Better.” Oliver suggested “Got A Little Better” might be more appropriate, for life still has its challenges, as it always will. But we’re more confident, all three of us, that we can face those challenges now, and if you’d told me that 6 months ago I never would have believed you.

Tomorrow’s the last day of grade 10 for Oliver. He took his EAs out to lunch today to celebrate. He’s looking forward to grade 11 in the fall, and to two and a half months of summer vacation before then. He was worried tonight about the party they’ll be having tomorrow afternoon to celebrate the end of school, and how they’ll be serving pop to drink, which he doesn’t like. So we decided to send him to school with some iced tea. Crisis averted.

Goodnight Moon.


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Krista-Lee Chri... on June 8, 2017 - 00:05 Permalink

I'm currently reading Dr. Ross Greene's book about the inflexible-explosive child. So much of what you describe feels familiar to us right now. I am happy to read that there is hope when patterns of interaction go sideways and it all seems too big to change.

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Oliver Rukavina on June 8, 2017 - 08:45 Permalink
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Frances on June 8, 2017 - 16:30 Permalink

Goodnight Moon celebrates its 70th birthday this year!