I have a funny story to tell you.
I've mentioned before that a couple of months ago we
started having the boys sit with us during church instead of
in the balcony with one of their volunteer aides.
They have a class that they attend with their peers
and then they meet us in the sanctuary for the worship
service. It's been interesting to say the least!
They are used to sitting through the service,
just not with us. But they wiggle, hum, rock and
things like that which we try to keep under control.
A few weeks ago I glanced over at Spencer just in time
to see a nose bleed start. I quickly grabbed a tissue,
hoping that it was a short lived one. We were sitting in
the middle of a pew and it would have been difficult to
get out, crawling over people and I knew Spencer would
drip blood on someone before we were out the door.
But it was not short lived and had quickly soaked the
three tissues from my purse. Fortunately, the lady
sitting beside me noticed our predicament and slipped
out to the restroom and brought back a box of Kleenex.
After the fourth tissue, The Mister said he would take
him out. Whew! They returned a few minutes later,
all cleaned up. I spent the rest of the service trying to
get Spencer to leave his nose alone....it must have felt
itchy or messy and all he wanted to do was stick a
finger in it! Sigh!
The next Sunday proved to be a much better service
over all for us. The boys didn't make as much noise
and sat still for the most part. Although Harry and
Alex do rock. Not simultaneously, but in opposite
rhythms. I swear our whole pew will get sea sick!
The two of them seem to close their eyes and just
wait out the time, but Spencer looks around and takes
in the whole room, people included. I didn't realize
how much he noticed until this.....
Half way through the service he stood up and looked as if
he was trying to leave, crawling over the people sitting beside
us. I pulled his hand trying to get him to sit back down,
but his other arm was long enough that he could reach a man
sitting in front of us but further down the row! He pinched a
huge mole on his neck, trying to pull it off! Oh. My. Gosh.
It all happened SO fast but I managed to pull him back into
his seat and whisper, "What are you trying to do?"
It was a large black mole, about the size of a dime.
And then I got the giggles... you know...the kind
you had in church as a kid when the more you tried to be
quiet or think of something else, the more you were tickled
and if you didn't get it under control, you would be rolling
around with tears streaming from your face. Those
kind of giggles. Oh the innocence of autism...the
lack of social skills. Sometimes it just cracks me up!
The poor assaulted man is in his nineties. He reached up
and rubbed his neck and glanced back at the poor innocent
couple sitting behind him. He had no idea it was Spencer.
The whole thing happened in about 3 seconds.
I'm not sure who was more mortified...me or the couple
that got the funny glance from the old man!
Spencer wasn't mortified and The Mister didn't know
what had happened. And I just concentrated on
keeping the giggles under control and making sure
Spencer didn't move an inch the rest of the service.
During the benediction, the couple and the elderly man
both left, so there wasn't anyone to apologize to afterwards.
The sermon? No, don't ask me what it was about.
I have no idea.....ha.
See...there is never a dull moment. Never.