How do you measure progress in your child with autism? That's me last night wearing my favorite white Levi's. The ones I was glad I was not wearing when I wriggled out of my undies and gave them to Mia at the urgent care center a couple of years ago (page 106 in my book All I Can Handle I'm No Mother Teresa .)
When I snapped the photo, we had just returned from an evening out for dinner, with Mia, Gianna and Bella. Mia sat to my right, Bella to my left in the booth. Do you see any stains on my pants? No, you do not. The girls "ate neatly," to borrow a phrase from one of my favorite children's stories Leo The Late Bloomer. No smears, no spills, no catching a drink midair. We had a lovely dinner (it was Mark's birthday.)
Clean white Levi's equals tremendous progress for my girls. I'm proud of them. And happy I didn't have to run home and grab the OxyClean.