I am reminded of Marie Bellet's wonderful song, "What I wanted to say".
Now, I have had a few "difficult" children, but none with autism. And any mom knows that, no matter how heroic it seems from the outside, taking care of kids is just what we do because it is what we do! Somedays are very very good, and other days are horrid.
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good, she was very very good. And when she was bad, she was horrid.
Thinking more about what M'Lynn has to say, I am remembering so many bits and pieces of doggerel that my parents used to pull out when we were acting out. The above bit was one that was used on me.
Another that was used on my brother Bill "Oh where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?".
And in general, when we were getting tired and crazy:
I went to the animal fair, the birds and the beasts were there, the big baboon by the light of the moon, was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk, and fell on the elephant's trunk, the elephant sneezed, fell down on his knees, and that was the end of the monk, the monk, the monk.
Have we lost some of these bits and pieces as TV and other electronic media have become so pervasive? When was the last time you saw a bunch of kids playing jump-rope - have all the rhymes been lost? Do kids in the school yard even play London Bridge, Tag, Red Rover or the like any more?