Following Father's Day, the story of another son
I had written about my son Alex a few days ago. Now, I need to tell everyone about Ben.
To make a long story short, after several years of tests and meetings, and even arguments, it was determined that Ben has a form of autism known as Aspergers Disorder. Sometimes it is called Aspergers Syndrome. For the lay person, this means that he is a very high functioning young man, very intelligent, but has some social issues. In Ben's case, his main area of trouble is in language.
The bottom line is, there is nothing WRONG with Ben. He is just different. Different than Alex, different than other eight year olds. Shouldn't everyone be different? In fact, the more I observe him, the more I realize that there is so much more right with him than some other children.
Sports never interested Ben much. Back in 2003, we had signed up Ben to play in the NFL Flag Football program at the YMCA. He liked being center...snapping the ball was it though. Don't ask him to run a pass pattern. Ben had no interest in that. In fact, Ben would have been happy playing center for both teams, as long as all he did was snap the ball. So, we tried to find other things for him to do. Sadly, there is not much available for children that fits the time and financial constraints of the Kersting family.
Last fall, Kathy and I "forced" Ben to play baseball. Ben is funny. He tells us repeatedly that he will not do something, right up to the point where he is not only doing it, but finishing it. Then he tells us that he liked it and will do it again. So, we say that we forced him, but we knew that he would end up enjoying it. Since he had not played before, he struggled at first. But, like his brother, he picked it up as the season went on.
This spring, Ben wanted to play baseball. He would even drive us crazy by telling us, repeatedly, that he was a baseball player. He had his struggles, but he got some decent hits, he was able to make some good stops and throws. He had a lot of fun and wants to keep playing.
Unlike Alex, Ben's league did not have a post season. So, we needed to find him another activity. I was fortunate enough to meet some great folks from the Knoxville Track Club when I guest hosted WNOX's "The Phil Show" back in April. I learned a lot about the program they have for children and thought that Track and Field might be a good fit for Ben. Besides, I was in track when I was younger and then again when I was in high school. As bad as I was, track and field was my best sport.
I took Ben to his first practice and we practiced the "shot put" with a softball for about twenty minutes. It was raining and storms were heading in. Having kids holding a big steel ball would have been a poor decision. Ben got one throw. One throw total, with a softball, before he went to his first meet.
So, I take Ben to his first meet. We get him signed up for the shot put event. He gets in the ring for his first toss. And he now realizes how heavy this big steel ball is. (Six pounds at his age.) He tries to throw it, rather than put it, and he does so with both hands. He hit six feet and one inch. One of the officials shows him a trick, give me high fives using the put technique. So, Ben tells me that it was too heavy and that he wasn't going to do it anymore. He keeps on telling me this, while giving me the high fives and moving up the line to make his second toss. He did it....hitting seven feet, ten inches! Oh, and he was telling me that he was NOT going to do the throw as he stepped in to the ring.
Now it was time for his third throw and I am standing in line with him doing the high five thing, when I got paged over the public address speakers to go to the start/finish line. You see, WNOX is a media sponsor of the event. They asked me to be the starter for a relay race. So, Ben stood in line without me. He had stopped telling me that he wasn't going to throw by this time as well. So, I ran over, shot a starters pistol (a first for me) and went back to Ben. Ben got in the ring and made is third toss. This time he hit eight feet, 9 inches! With each throw Ben improved. That is what track and field is all about.
He can push himself to get better and better. Ben gets to compete with himself. Sure, the other kids are there, but it is about what he can do. Ben seems to like that. He also likes getting ribbons, even if they are just for participating.
He still "quits" during practices, but I get him right back in it and he has fun. And he gets better. Most importantly, he feels better about what he has done, at practice and at the meets. We still let him say that he is going to quit, but we know that it is only words. Like I said, there is nothing wrong with Ben. He has a language issue. Ben says that he wants to quit. I think he means that he wants more encouragement. So that is what we give him.
Oh, and in his third meet, Ben set a personal best in the shot put with a toss of 9 feet 7 inches. I encouaged him that morning. As did his grandmother. And if it takes embarrassing myself to do it, so be it. At this meet, the parents event was the high jump. Yes, I did take part. No, I did not come close to winning. And NO, I was not the first one out. Ben seeing me try and not quit was, in a twisted and funny way, encouraging to him.
Then again, isn't that all we ALL really want. Encouragement. Isn't that what we all need more often than we get it?
Like I said, there is nothing wrong with Ben. I seem to learn more about what is right with him. And, I seem to learn more about myself from him.
Thanks Ben.
Now I will work on using what Ben has taught me on others. It is amazing what we can learn from our children, isn't it?