Autism Tales: He Didn’t Eat The Pie And I Didn’t Cry



Pie making class, anyone?

Free Thanksgiving fun courtesy our local library. You bet we were in on that Family Pie Making class even though our little guy has not eaten a piece of pie in his life!

Okay so our youngest is only eight, but in the past eight years our little guy has not eaten holiday pie, or cake, and you can forget about Christmas cookies! Eh, eh,…it ain’t happening,…too many sensory issues to confront.

Donuts are our little guy’s delight. Plain, of course, let’s get real,…jelly filled donuts are too weird, jelly goes on toast, NOT inside donuts, and frosted donuts tick off every sensory issue, too sweet, too sticky and gooey, and too illogical. Hello, frosting and sprinkles are for birthday cake photo props, as our little guy has never eaten birthday cake, either. Oh he tries, our little guy is the bravest kid in the world,…he will try to bring that laden fork to mouth,…but he just can’t, yet, sensory, sensory, sensory road blocks are just not overcomeable at the moment.  

Don’t giggle, and don’t even dare to sneer,…YOU have sensory issues, too. Think of that one food,…you jussssst can’t bring yourself to eat,…and then magnify that feeling by a factor of 1000,…and you’re kinda close to how hard sensory issues are for those on the Autism Spectrum.

Six years ago when we were dropped into the Rabbit Hole, think Alice and Wonderland, of Apraxia and Autism,…holidays were already beginning to be confusing. Hello, it’s one thing to have a picky eater on your hands, but when any kid shuns Christmas cookies, hot chocolate,…pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and any type CANDY,…something is up. Or down,…like our spirits.

Thanksgiving is so traditional. It’s all about family and sharing a traditional meal, but our little guy couldn’t speak and seemly lived in his own universe where traditions and holidays, and family didn’t matter. We were just waking up to the fact our little guy experiences the world in a different way and he makes sure YOU do, too. That includes holidays.

Yeah, was a huge,…whoa factor to realize our holidays were never going to be the same. Sob city. You bet I bawled my eyes out,…wouldn’t you? But tears dry, sniffles ease up, and adults, adult, which is soooo much easier to do with faith in the LORD, because God doesn’t make mistakes. Would we rather our child not have challenges, ah yeah,…of course, but as people of faith we trust the LORD’s direction even when it takes us down very untraditional type roads.

It also helps to put holidays in the proper perspective.

Perhaps you already know the word: holiday is derived from Old English: Holy Day,…a day set aside for devotion,…like Thanksgiving. Hello, but who are we giving all that thanks to? Christmas,…celebrating the birth of Christ, Easter is not about the Easter Bunny, about the death and resurrection of our Lord, Christ Jesus,…

Therapy helps, too.

Happily I can say our little guy got over his turkey and dressing aversion,..only took about five years. Not even Autism could conquer my mother-in-laws fabulous chicken and dressing, which our little guy consumes with surgical precision. Trust me, we’ve rarely ever had to wipe our little guy’s mouth,…smears do not happen in his world! There is one, and only one cake in the world our little guy will eat, again with surgical precision, and we happily procure that sensory-proof carrot cake from a local barbecue joint. Hold the cranberry sauce, and any and all pies,…but Thanksgiving is not about the food,…it’s about family and friends, and unconditional love,…not ours, but the LORD’s.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” – John 3:16


But back to that pie making class.

Why in the world would I take my child with sensory issues to a class that is guaranteed confront one with sensory shuddering gooeyness?

The answer is so simple: “It’s not about the pie.”

The entire evening was about Thanksgiving,…spending time with family and friends. New experiences are broadening and our little guy learned you can have fun making something for others.

Look at that little champ! Please notice the spotless table,…not a smudge. Wish the giggles could translate upon a page – his and mine. We had fun following that recipe, with precision and dispatch. Team Isaac and Mommy finished first!

“We won!” Isaac cried with fist bumps and high fives, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t a contest.

Actually our little guy was a right, as always,…amazing how this kid always seems to nail the most important things. The pie, wasn’t the most important, spending time with mommy and his library friends, was. Take that Autism, we won!

Seeing that our local library doesn’t have a bank of ovens we had to bring our prepared pie filling home to cook,…this morning. Thank you to our librarians who were thoughtful enough to provide already baked pumpkin pie and whipped cream for us to feast upon last night. Of course our little guy didn’t eat the library’s pumpkin pie, although he did try a taste, “Mmmmm that’s delicious,” said Isaac, which is very polite code, “I am not eating that, thank you very much.”

No doubt the second our little guy wakes up, bet I write as much as I can in the mornings while he snoozes, he’ll want to put our class pie into the oven. Science and all, the heat from inside the stove will cause evaporation and chemical reaction from the starch and protein molecules,…thus creating,…voila a pumpkin pie! Cool!


Cheesy photo opp pose with that pie filling held not too close,…but it was a great evening, we left happy and proud with new memories and new traditions,…and of course pumpkin pie!

The gift of Autism is that it break down life into its most elemental elements:

I love you.
You love me.
What else is really important?

From our family to yours Happy Thanksgiving!

God bless!












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