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I'm Living With The Flintstones & Rubbles

Posted Jun 16 2008 6:12pm
I am a huge fan of The Flintstones!

I can look at an episode five seconds (my kids have clocked me) and tell you exactly what that particular episode is about including all characters names, most of the dialogue and even sound effects and music. Yup, I'm a Flintstones expert alright, which is why I know that I'm living with them. Well, not The Flintstones and Rubbles themselves, but rather my son's personalities and habits reflect the characters'.....



Fred



Whenever my little man walks into the house from school, I feel like he should be yelling, "Wiiiilma! Where's my dinner?" Since the door he enters is the one located in the kitchen, he immediately starts searching the refrigerator and cabinets looking for anything new I may have purchased while he was away. When there's nothing new, I save him the time and trouble by saying, "I didn't go to the store today."



Is this habit due to him being Autistic? 'Fraid not. I take all the blame as I have always made sure that he has never wanted for anything. I've probably taken this more to the extreme than the average parent since I have tried to compensate for his father loosing interest in him and his brother -- I became both parents and thus went a bit overboard in making sure they had anything they wanted....within reason.



Wilma



She can be a nag at times and so can my son. Wilma does it with words -- "Fred, hurry up. You're gonna be late for work" or "Fred, you better take out the trash." Emilio does it with actions-- pushing his homework papers in my face for me to check them no matter what I'm doing at the time. He just keeps literally pushing them and pushing them. He poked me in the eye one time!



Wilma also likes things a certain way. Her house is clean and must be in order. Yes, this is him and I DO attribute this behavior to Autism. Most children with the disorder lined their things up in a certain way. Whether it is their toy cars, shoes or even their underwear -- it all must be arranged just as they desire. Often if these items are disturbed, they will become upset. I'm very blessed that my son for the most part does not. For example, my 15 month old grand baby came over Sunday. I grabbed a few of my son's old toys and put them out for her to play with. She also got a hold of his PECS (Read my former post
DON'T RING MY BELLto learn about PECS) and scattered a few on the floor. The DVDs weren't safe from her little prying hands, either. At the time, my son was on the computer, but when he got wind of what she had done, he quietly and quickly got up and put everything back in it's place. As the saying goes, 'a place for everything and everything in it's place.'



*By the way did you know the first printed citation of that saying is from The Ohio Repository, Canton, Ohio, December 1827. It's in an item titled 'Neatness', by Reverend C. A. Goodrich:



"There is as much meaning in the old adage, and the observance of which let me urge you as a remedy for every degree of evil I advert [sic] to - 'Have a place for every thing, and keep every thing in its proper place.'"



Barney



Well, what can be said about Barney? That he's stupid, not very bright and can be a real pain in the rear end? These qualities, if you can call them that, aren't associated with my son. However, Barney can also be a good friend -- true blue to the end. He's faithful and doesn't hesitate to forgive. These are super qualities much like the ones my son posses. He can be upset, mean and even hit his brother (he better noteverattempt to hit me!), but will soon forgive, ask to be forgiven and forget the whole thing. These are qualities I wish my other son would adopt. Urrgh...Teenagers!



Lastly



Betty



Betty is a team player. She goes along and agrees with just about everything. She is like the Ethel of I Love Lucy. So is my son. I can ask him to go to the right and he will. I can then ask him to go to the left -- he will comply. I can take him around to a dozen stores, getting him in and out of the car and he will never complain. To me, this quality screams out patience. He is very patient and long suffering. However, he is not a toy for one to fling around at will for he will let you know if he has been pushed too far. Then....LOOK OUT!





If you're familiar with The Flintstones, you will know that there are other characters like Bam Bam (My son is extra strong!) and Pebbles (My son is so darn cute!), but I'll let it rest for now.




You probably find it odd that I have compared my son's qualities to the characters on the cartoon, but now you have a better understanding of who my son is which I feel is important if I am writing about life living with him. But, there's also something else you found out today......

I have a very vivid imagination.

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