Our fancy schmancy resort – Tinos Beach Hotel

Our fancy schmazy resort - Tinos Beach Resort

Everything was great up until I took the little guy down to the private section of the beach and he sat on top of a woman who was sunbathing and just cried his eyes out in between bouts of putting sand in his  mouth. It all went even more downhill from there. One afternoon I just couldn’t take all the noises and sounds he was making so I decided that maybe it would be nice to go down to the baby pool. It wasn’t. I came back in tears. It seems all the noises coming out of P’s mouth was disturbing the other guests. I’ve never been asked to leave anywhere before and that really stung, to say the least.

Our Lady of Tinos

Our Lady of Tinos

Beautiful, breathtaking, and truly magnificent. “Do you think he’ll start talking as soon as we enter?” I jokingly asked my husband. If only it were that simple. Autism families from around the world would be lined up outside. I hope I don’t get misunderstood. I am a believer, a strong one. I have faith. But I’m also tired. I have passed the stage where I felt tested and mourned and now I’ve just accepted our fate, our son and our life. We’re just surviving. Our religion if anything, is a religion of belief. Believe and don’t ask questions. That’s what I’m doing. I light my candle and make the one and only wish I have been making the last 3 years ever since our diagnosis. Heal.

Last summer’s ‘vacation’ in Tinos

Last summer's 'vacation' in Tinos

Last summer, as a sort of pilgrimage, we went to the island of Tinos with Panayioti (hubby, Panayioti and I, without the baby). We took little day trips around the island visiting picturesque villages. We stayed at a fancy schmancy resort. We dined at some of the best tavernas. We, of course, paid our respects to Our Lady of Tinos, one of the most acclaimed miracle working icons and monasteries in all of Greece.
We DID NOT have fun. My boy reacted to the change in surroundings, and his reaction could be heard throughout the island. But I truly want to go back again this year, third year in a row, because I’ve come to absolutely love Tinos. “We’ll see”, hubby says. Keeping my fingers crossed!!

Just to clarify, I did not ask him to pose like that. It seems my little sensory seeker was feeling for ancient vibes through the marble columns there. Love it!

Easy Peasy Summertime Dessert

Easy Peasy Summertime Dessert

Because a weekend in this house WITHOUT dessert would just be blasphemous but on the other hand it is way too hot and humid to be baking I reminisced of the one and only dessert I used to make when I was a kid. This takes like no time at all! I managed to make it all the while holding Maria up on my hip so she could see.  I remember being like 10 years old when I made this and how full of pride I was of myself. My first dessert, ever!! All you need is :
1 package of Pti-Beurre cookies, two sachets of Yioti’s Vanilla flavored Anthos Aravositou, and a family size package of Fruit Jelly (I like the strawberry flavor). Just follow the directions on the packages for the cream and the jelly and voila! Enjoy 🙂

No more lonely moments.

No more lonely moments.

I’ve recently befriended a mom of twins, an expat living here in Greece with her Greek husband (she’s from California) and we were talking about our experiences with interviews in Greece, how long it’s been since we went out for coffee in peace and quiet, and, well, our kids. She said something that’s been stuck with me, a really lovely statement and I’d like to share it with you: There were quiet moments, but they were also lonely moments, empty (the days before we became moms). Quiet, lonely, and empty are just a few words that would DEFINITELY not be used to describe our lives now. And we couldn’t be happier. Besides, when we do go out for coffee and drinks without our kids all we do is talk about them anyway, right? 🙂

Men don’t cry.

Right. That’s what I overheard being said to a little boy around 5 years old today on the street. I’m not a child psychiatrist but I’m pretty sure that’s not the right way to stop a little boy from crying. Especially if he’s in pain, real pain. The boy in question was actually shoved by another kid at the playground earlier and fell on some type of branch, a bike or rock. No one knows really, not even the parents, because no one was paying attention. I was at the swings too along with Marie and our cousin Maritina and so after hearing the little boy repeatedly ask for help and howl and ask for his mom because he was scared and hurt and his grandmother wasn’t all that helpful or affectionate I decided it was time to get going. But as we were leaving so was the hurt boy with his granny. And right there on the street as he continued to cry and say repeatedly how much in pain he was, because he was bleeding afterall, his grandmother said the statement that I’ve heard countless and countless times before being said here in Greece: Men don’t cry. Aside from being a false statement, the most untrue of statements, what does that do to the little boy’s self-esteem? Like I’ve stated above, I’m not a child psychiatist so I can’t answer my own question. But, really, why are we so obsessed with toughening up our males, huh? Man, this is going to become a rant so I’ll just stop now. It’s too hot out today to philosophize really. I just hope he’s okay now and snuggled up to his mommy and taken to a hospital or a doctor at least. Like Panayioti’s school director/child psychologist told us last week: no child was harmed from too much LOVE 🙂