Why a Trip to the Gym Makes Me SANE…

Hi. I am the mom of a spectacular 8 year old boy who was diagnosed with Autism at the age of 2. He has never said my name. Well, he has never said anything.  I have come to grasps with the idea that he may never say my name, but it has taken several years of therapy.

By therapy, I mean hundreds of hours of sweating it out at the gym.  Working out is my escape from reality! I can put headphones in, and just start running, lift weights, or do a spin class.

I am not picky, I just need that time for myself.

And as selfish as that may sound, it makes me a better mom.

 

All day long, it is a guessing game:

Why is my son upset?

What would he like to eat?

Is he thirsty?

Is the full moon going to make him stay up all night (other Autism moms, can I get an AMEN)?

As frustrating as it is for me, I can only imagine how frustrating it is for him.  He is able to communicate with an app on his iPad but all day long I hear “Change the Channel” over and over and over again.

And then the guessing game starts again, WTH does he want to watch?!

 

 

So the need to punch a punching bag or do a gazillion burpees or run on a treadmill backwards may seem crazy to some, but that is MY happy place.  Did I mention, I also have a husband, a 9 year old son, and a 4 year old daughter that thinks she is a teenager?? Oh my, the drama she brings to our household is off the charts. Thank goodness for my 9 year old because he is chill, low key, makes good grades, and helps tremendously with his brother. My daughter is also great with her big brother – she would do anything to make him happy. I am blessed with loving, accepting children.

My kids know mom gets up, puts on her work out clothes, and goes to the gym. They also know that crazy, psychotic, screaming mom usually shows up on the days she does not get in a work out, so they are totally on board with me squeezing in exercise!

Parenting is hard and often we forget who we are or what we enjoy doing as an individual.

I encourage you all to find it, find you.

Whether it is an hour long bath, a good book, a walk, a run, dinner with a good friend, or even ice cream. Do it, you deserve it!! It will make you a better mom, I promise!!

See you later…I have a workout to squeeze in.

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Why a Trip to the Gym Makes Me SANE...
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Why a Trip to the Gym Makes Me SANE...
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Hi. I am the mom of a spectacular 8 year old boy who was diagnosed with Autism at the age of 2. He has never said my name. Well, he has never said anything.
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Author: Jennifer Ridge

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  1. I knew I liked you Such sweet wisdom, patience and love written here. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

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