It’s hard that I don’t get to share these little happy moments with Noah anymore. I want to talk about how much our children delight me. We are on our way out of the disequilbrium cycle that made 2025 as rough as it was. It was going to be a rough year even if Noah was alive. Instead it was extra special challenging in a lot of ways. I started perusing a book on helping people learn resilience after trauma and the opening pages said that children who lose a caregiver often turn to theft. Ah. Yeah. That was festive. Shortie had a time last year. She hasn’t swiped anything or tried to sneak out in a while. I am holding my breath and pretending I don’t notice that things have improved. I’m afraid of it reverting. Sort of. Maybe?

I love that we have figured out a bedtime routine that works for the pair of it. We struggled through a lot of last year. Noah has been her nighttime parent for almost all of her life. In a great many ways, she lost her primary parent, not her secondary parent. I feel like Noah’s death was harder on her in a lot of ways than it was for the older kids. When Noah and I agreed to have her it was with the understanding that I was deeply burnt out and she was going to be the baby he had to do the most for. He showed up. He spent as much time with her in her 6 years as he probably spent one on one with my son in his whole life despite a 10 year lead. Noah really did a lot of time with Shortie. She played in his office while he worked. He didn’t work for a few years of her life because he was trying to figure out other stuff.

Now for bed we start a YouTube video of “boring history” and she listens to explanations about different history periods. We brush our teeth, put on jammies and cuddle. She stays awake later than me but she stays in bed listening to the story. We’ve had fewer issues with nighttime shenanigans. I think we’ve had more than a month of peace. Shhhhhhhh, don’t ruin it.

I love that in the middle of the night when I come back to the bed after needing the toilet we have a little mutual admiration society conversation before going back to sleep. “I love you.” “I love you!” “I am so glad you are here with me.” “I am so glad you are here with me.” We cuddle fiercely and it’s nice. I feel like we have had to do a lot of specific attachment work this year. It’s been a very serious thing. She has had a lot of need to come and touch me since Noah died. I am super welcoming of this behaviour. For years when I hid in the studio it wasn’t ok to interrupt. Now, she comes out and tells me her hug bucket is empty and I drop what I am doing to hug her. This feels really important. The first while after his death she was coming every few minutes even when people tried to distract her. Now it’s if I stay out here for an hour she checks in. I don’t get a full hour out here much once the day begins.

My life is a lot more work than it used to be. I’m adjusting but it’s hard. I am being very careful to not overload myself on a given day because I can’t have a meltdown. I’m doing so much better than I used to at regulating my mood. I feel more capable of doing so. I see the signs coming. I am blocking off rest time and using it instead of doing extra work in that window. I have to. I have to be calm.

I am putting aside date time for the big kids now. I realised that I was doing everyone a disservice by only treating date time with Shortie as a priority. I wasn’t modeling that everyone needs time and that was creating part of the problem. Shortie wasn’t seeing the evidence with her eyes that all the needs will be tended to. That was my failure last year. We are doing better.

Eldest Child and I were out yesterday. I love listening to him talk. I can see where he uses some of Noah’s rhetorical devices when telling stories. He is such a good storyteller. He’s currently freaking out because his latest fanfiction story has been read 10,000+ times. I’ve been telling him he was a fantastic writer for a while. I’m glad he is now finding external validation to back me up. He is so sweet and gentle and loving. He is moving forward and trying to figure out who he can be as a grown up. It’s full of frustration and starts that go nowhere. Yup. He’s trying though, and that’s what I care about.

I appreciate that when people ask him how he knows so much he says, “My parents were both teachers and they considered it their life mission to make sure I knew everything they knew plus instilling the value that learning is as essential as breathing.” This is how he sees himself and his life. That’s really nice. I like that a lot.

Middle Child READ TOM JONES. It took them less than two weeks. I am fucking thrilled. They want to earn English qualifications for getting into Drama programs. They are practicing handwriting and going over grammar lessons and spelling lessons. They are super motivated and in each week they are covering many months of school curriculum. I haven’t bothered demanding that they cover any of this. They had functional communication but they didn’t care much about developing it. When this child doesn’t care they will not learn. They have a lot in common with me. I lived in Silicon Valley for 30 years and I spent most of that time dating programmers. I can’t code at all. I refused to learn. That was not for me. My kid is so much like me that I ache for them. I see some of the ways they struggle and I grimace. Ah. Yeah, it’s going to take you a while to get past that bit. It took me till my 30’s.

My kid is the one I worry about the most for a lot of reasons. They are both the most like me and also different from me in very crucial ways. They are incredibly bright–don’t get me wrong, but they don’t have that quickness of thought that has saved me over and over in my life. Their way of thinking is a lot more methodical and reasoned than mine. I leap from connection to connection without fully understanding why the jump happened. They don’t follow a thought unless they know why. In a way, they got that from Noah, but they aren’t quick the way he was either. It is hard being the slowest processor in the house. Sometimes I can watch the frustration they feel, it is so palpable. They are jumping as fast as they can intellectually but sometimes they get really upset when people are making connections too fast for them.

It’s kind of funny. I watch Middle Child get frustrated by how “slow they think” the same way I watch Eldest Child get frustrated by how “bad they are at math” and I watch Youngest Child complain about how “they read so slowly.”

Babies. The reason you think you are slow is because you are in a Petri dish with folks who have brains that are basically on speed. You are above average. Being slower than someone who is absurdly fast is not the same thing as being “slow”.

It’s like how EC complains that he doesn’t have anyone he can learn cooking stuff from/with. Dude. You want an Asian grandparent to teach you cooking and you ignore everyone below that in competence and knowledge. Yeah, you will struggle to find people like that to learn from if you move to fucking Scotland. No shit. You will need to learn to consider the people around you peers. They do know things you don’t. Don’t be a pretentious ass.

EC thought he was bad at math till he showed up at school 5 grades ahead of his peers. MC feels slow at responding in our house but lightning fast during improv exercises with peers. YC feels slow at reading compared to me but has to bring a whole ass chapter book per day of a trip because she can blow through them at 7.

I had a funny chat with Gentleman. I told him I think it is funny that he keeps referring to himself as neurotypical. I don’t think he particularly is. He 100% shares “infodumping about my special interest is my love language.” He also has a dramatic spiky profile in his traits. Stuff where he’s really exceptionally high and areas where he massively struggles. He talks about school the same way I do. He had very similar experiences as me. Tremendously gifted in some areas does not mean gifted in all areas, thank you very much. He asked why I thought he and I had a lot in common and I laughed. I told him that the big difference is that I found a lucky lottery ticket.

He isn’t Noah and I am not going to try to put him in Noah’s place. He is a really nice friend though and I think he is going to be kind to my children. We will see. I am afraid to hope. I am afraid to trust.

I like the results I have gotten so far. Every new adult is a possible bump in the road. It’s scary to involve more people in our life but it’s necessary. We need more contact with folks.

I like that when Shortie is trying to psych herself up I can hear her telling herself, “Being brave doesn’t mean you stop feeling scared. Being brave means doing it while being scared. I am a brave girl. I am smart. I figure out hard things all the time. I can do this.”

She doesn’t rant and express self contempt or self doubt. She’s turning 8 soon. Her personality is pretty darn set for where it is going to be for her adult life. She is sunny, optimistic, hard working, focused, and intense.

My kid knows how to set up a learning/study plan for themself. They looked up the resources necessary. They didn’t need me to guide their plan. HOLY CRAP THAT IS SO NICE. They didn’t want me to look up all the texts for them. They went and grabbed the novels from the list that we own and started reading without any kind of prompting. This is literally the point of unschooling. I taught them the skills for learning and they go do it. They have some mood swings at this point but they have learned an intense array of self soothing skills. They are a funny, thoughtful, kind, inventive person. Watching them grow up has been amazing. They have come so far and I know that they will do so much more in the future.

My son still needs a lot more assistance with setting up plans and with following through. He, unlike MC, has a lot more than just autism going on. He’s also dyslexic and he has ADHD. For all that he is a walking encyclopedia he also struggles with executive functioning in ways that are rough for him at times. Thing is: he knows this and he knows how to ask for help with the parts he can’t do alone. He knows how to self advocate. He is bright, personable, hard working, sweet, assertive, and able to rest. This is a combination that bodes well for his life. He needs rest. His body suffers.

With Noah’s help I learned how to carve out time for rest. I modeled that as a priority. My kids believe that when they are unwell they need to rest.

I did that.

Go me.