Since A decided to go and hurt his ankle when we were supposed to be headed out on the town going back to school shoe shopping we went this afternoon.
We went alone……. Just him and I, in and out, quick fast and in a hurry. That was the plan anyway. I have no idea why I would even remotely decide to plan to do anything quick when it revolves around shopping and or kids. Apparently I am a glutton for punishment and insane.
I watched him hobble to the car, trying to use those crutches that he doesn’t really need at this point but whatever stumbling onto the curb. As he regained his balance against a concrete pillar I asked “Would you like for me to get you a cart to sit in? It is kind of a walk to the back of the store to the shoe section.”
“NO” was the immediate response. Okay dude, if you wanna walk all over hell and back with your crutches and stuff who am I to stop you.
So he hobbled all the way to the back of the store. I showed him that pair of shoes that were my favorite when I was there the other day with his sisters. Those were an instant “NO”, he didn’t even look at them. Okay, whatever dude.
I told him to just look around and I would see if they had the ones he DID like in his size. After going through like 20 different pairs of shoes, including a cute pair of shoes I mistakenly called basketball shoes. Once I referred to them as basketball shoes they were a no go!
All I could think during this hour and a half of looking at shoes is someone please put me out of my misery, this is a THOUSAND times worse than shopping with the girls!!!!!
Suddenly I heard him exclaim:
“Mom, I found the perfect pair! I love them. They are amazing and they fit so well!!!! Can we get them please? Please, please, please, please?
I was beyond ecstatic that he had finally found the pair, until I turned around.
It was the same pair that I had shown him when we first arrived. I wanted to scream, I wanted to have a meltdown myself. I pulled myself together and told him it was time to look for socks. In as happy of a voice as I could muster.
He hobbled over to the other side of the store on his crutches when it was realized that we went over to the Women’s socks…… The men’s socks were over where we just were. OOPS!! I felt like a total jerk, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. A lovely woman gave us her cart and I tossed him and his crutches into the cart.
Normally this is where I would insert a picture of him relaxing and hanging his leg off the side of the cart, as it was really cute and quite funny . However, this time he asked me not to take a picture because he was tired and embarrassed that he wasn’t able to continue walking around the store. So respecting his wishes I did not snap the cute pic, but I hope that you get the mental pic!!
Shopping for socks with Autism is never easy either. We can never just buy a package of socks. Mostly because we have to ensure that they feel right. The socks can’t be too soft or too fuzzy on the inside. Another 30 minutes later we found the right pairs of socks that felt just right.
Time and patience is a must and some days are harder than others, however with some perseverance we can usually make it through fairly unscathed.
Here are some of the awesome end result pictures that make it all worth it in the end!