Adding Mini Cows to our Homestead

While I’ve been away taking a break from life.

I’ve acquired two of the sweetest mini cows.

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Ferdinand & Clarabelle.

They arrived home on November 8th.  I used an Essential Oil concoction with Lavender Essential Oil to make their ride a little less overwhelming.  They were after all both being removed from their Mama’s for the first time.  I will say they were pretty calm and relaxed considering.

To be honest for the months leading up to their arrival there was a phase where I begged and pleaded with my husband to reconsider the arrival of these mini cows.

Fast forward almost a month later and I couldn’t be more in love.  In a few years when they breed we will be able to get our own fresh daily milk.  I am excited at the idea of providing ourselves with a little more sustainability.

After a lot of research we decided on the Mini Belted Galloway  breed known for their hardiness since we happen to live in the arctic some days.  They are feed efficient, and naturally polled.  For the inexperienced that just means in simple terms the bull does not have horns naturally.

I’ll be honest the bull is in fact the sweetest.  He’s like an enormous dog with a hoarse raspy moooooo that loves apples and carrots.

Both greet me each day with such enthusiasm and the sweetest cow faces.

Clarabelle is a little more reserved, but being an introvert myself I don’t fault her one bit.  In time she will come around.

Part of our homesteading journey was to get animals that would give back to us in some way.  Provide us with a service.  For now they eat hay (and not that much I might add) and they help eat the green waste around our homestead.

I love that they aren’t full size.  It makes handling them, feeding them, and space requirements much easier to handle.  Considering I barely know a thing about cow ownership it’s going pretty flawless.  Even with a mild escape a few weeks back.

I would most definitely recommend adding mini cows to your homestead if you are considering it.

There is something so sweet and gentle about a mini cow.

 

Autism & the money hungry medical community

There’s an ugly side to therapies for Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder.

I’ve learned a few things along the way.

Not all therapists and doctors are wanting to truly help your loved one with a diagnosis.

Unfortunately a lot of therapists and therapy agencies see LARGE money symbols when they hear the words Autism or special needs.

With my child’s first diagnosis I was oblivious. Unaware of the money maker that Autism has become.

But as time went on I realized how much the therapists were overcharging. How many behaviors they wanted to “fix” how many sessions it could take to “fix” these behaviors.

I found myself stopping multiple therapies because of the money hungry therapists charging an ungodly amount for honestly some weird shit.

I personally like that my kids know how to line up shit with such precision that truly takes patience and hard work.

I don’t discourage healthy behaviors. They may hit the nail on the head for autism behaviors but they don’t harm and it doesn’t truly affect their days.

I became so discouraged with the medical community that we up and moved our family away. Finding equine therapy that was truly amazing for our kids.

But then again it was met with a money hungry therapist. Using my kids labels for her own financial betterment.

It became less about helping them and more about how much can I possibly charge you.

She wasn’t the first and she wasn’t the last therapist to take my kids labels and use them for personal financial comfort.

It’s hard to find therapists that truly want to work with your loved one with Autism.

It’s discouraging and it’s downright annoying.

I love what I’ve learned from both my kids. I’ve found out things about myself and my kids that I would never have understood had they not been labeled.

If you find yourself shelling out ungodly amounts of cash flow for therapy I encourage you to really look at what the therapist is working on with your kids. What are they charging you? Do you notice a difference. Is it really bettering your situation. And are your kids happy? And are there things that you can learn yourself and help your kids daily with?

I remember one specific session with my daughter where the therapist treated her with such disrespect and lack of compassion for any person that I immediately felt mama bear take hold. And had some words.

I always have hated the therapists that talk about your child’s struggles in front of them. Almost shaming them for something they cannot control.

Autism is a daily challenge for the kids and for me.

But it is definitely not something less. It isn’t something to be cured. It isn’t something to change.

For now we do not have our kids in therapy. Instead I use everything I’ve learned over the years and encourage them when they are struggling. Hold them during difficult times. And love them no matter what.

Therapy isn’t the end all be all for Autism.

Unfortunately the medical community has made it a massive money making scheme. Scaring parents into days of therapy.

But as a mom of two kids on the spectrum. I’m telling you. Therapy shouldn’t be about money. Therapy should be an aid for your child’s struggles.

If you find yourself unhappy with therapy or notice your child’s behaviors become worse with therapy.

Consider how it feels for them. Consider how financially it’s affecting you and benefiting the therapists.

I’m not saying autism doesn’t benefit from therapy. I’m saying in a world of personal gain therapists may not have the interests of your family in mind. They may be blinded by money symbols.

Beauty of Autism

There’s a side of Autism you don’t hear people talk about.

There is a profoundly beautiful aspect to Autism that I’m always amazed by.

My oldest poses the most soul provoking questions.

My youngest has a heart for people and animals that can bring tears to your eyes.

I’ve always said that Autism isn’t a disability. Disability doesn’t begin to describe the beautiful side to Autism.

Both my children are so in tune with their souls. Truly.

I’ve called my kids earth angels since I found out their “quirks” were on the Autism checklist.

Sometimes I wonder if Autism is the universes way of bringing a new change to this world.

I’ve never met one autistic person that doesn’t have a truly kind heart. And anyone would agree humanity is indeed in need of more soulful truly good people.

I hate that the medical community has put such an emphasis on the challenging side to autism.

So now parents are forever examining their young kids for the dreaded list of things to watch for.

Instead of seeing what a gift it can be.

Both my kids have their own gifts. (And struggles) but steer them in the direction of something they have interest in and they will shock you with their focus, their desire to learn.

Have you noticed most places you go to customer service sucks and most checkers are being replaced with machines. More and more people spend more time socializing on the web than they do with people daily. The need for socialization is changing. More and more children are being diagnosed with autism. But what if you looked into the future. There will be no need for much social interaction if things continue as they are.

Socialization is changing.

So whose to say those with autism aren’t just souls ahead of their time paving the way towards our future?

One day my autistic children will grow into autistic adults and gift this world with their unique abilities and kind souls.

Tantrum vs Meltdown

Today my mom asked me how I knew Heidi wasn’t just having a 4 year old tantrum.

Then I started thinking and thought I’d share in our house how we know the difference. I think actions are determined on how to handle each one differently so it’s important to understand there is in fact a difference.

A tantrum is simply a way for child to express their anger, sadness, frustration. It’s easily recovered from. And crying ceases when given the object of their desire.

You might see

Whining

Crying

Hitting

But it’s usually diminished after a few minutes.

A meltdown is a tantrum of epic proportions. It can go on for up to an hour.

It’s irrational.

There could be hitting.

Harming themselves.

Or completely shutting down and just sobbing.

A meltdown goes on for a while and leaves the child emotional and distraught for most the day.

I think it’s important to understand there is in fact a difference in both.

A tantrum may also lead to a meltdown if it’s one of those days.

The sensory systems of our children are heightened. They feel and see differently than a typical mind.

I’m not saying the response of a meltdown should be tolerated. I’m suggesting that there is a way to teach and grow alongside your children by understanding it a little more.

Just some thoughts from one Autism mama.

To my beautiful blue-eyed baby girl

As I was sifting through old blog posts I’ve written.  I came across this post from two years ago the night before my daughter received a hefty Autism diagnosis.  It brought me to tears.

I remember writing this.  I remember all the unknowns we faced as a family.

I remember feeling completely overwhelmed by all the assessment forms and endless doctors appointments we faced as a family.  And I remember this gut feeling that they were just wrong in the way they viewed Autism.  Special needs or not she was and still is my baby and I will encourage her to succeed in life no matter what hiccups we may face along the way.

But as I read through it.  I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude for the journey that God has put us on.  All the growth I’ve made as a Mama.  All the growth my beautiful blue-eyed baby girl has made.

If you are facing an impending diagnosis, or maybe you’ve just received a diagnosis.  Or maybe it’s been a day full of Autism quirks and you are just overwhelmed.  Things will look up, everything will be okay.  Don’t let the Doctors convince you that your child is less.  They are not.  You’ve been given a different lens to view life.

I’ve always hated using the term special needs.  I feel like somehow that makes Autism seem like something negative, and I’ve always viewed my kids as earth angels.  Sent here to teach me and this world a different way to view the world.

It’s a blessing.

To my beautiful, blue-eyed, baby girl.

I loved you the moment I found out I was pregnant with you. You were the most beautiful surprise and you continue to amaze me and surprise me with each passing day.

Tomorrow is a big day for you baby girl, but remember, tomorrow does not define you baby girl.

God has a plan for you baby girl. And we’re in this together.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” Jeremiah 1:5

God has a special plan for you that only He can see right now.

I’m scared for tomorrow, I’m scared for the unknown, I’m scared to think that you may struggle in your life. But I know why he chose you baby girl, you are strong, and kind, and beautiful. I may think you are fearless at times, but you are brave. You are so brave. I know why he chose me too. Because as much as I find myself in tears lately sweet girl, I know that this uncomfortable feeling, this ache that takes over my entire being is because I’m growing. I’m growing right alongside you sweet girl. I’m growing into the mommy you need me to be.

These are growing pains. We are in this together. We will grow together.

I don’t think for a minute this is going to be easy. It’s going to be hard at times. It’s going to bring me to my knees sometimes. But it’s going to be beautiful. It’s going to be absolutely beautiful to watch you progress, to receive the care you need, to be the person God wants you to be.

I don’t know what tomorrow brings for you, for me as your mom, or for our family, but I do know that we love you to the moon and back. That whatever comes of your assessment tomorrow, or your hearing test in a few weeks you are exactly as God wants you to be.


Tomorrow will not define you. Tomorrow is a merely a compass to guide you into becoming the person God meant you to be.
I love you always.

Mama