Sometimes I wish I lived in a snowglobe

I do not know why snow globes still appear magical to me. Shaking the large ball in my hand and then watching the sparkling of the white shiny particles, as they settle slowly to the bottom, has that particular, mesmerizing effect on me to this day.
No one really knows where the idea for this amusing item came from, but it appears that it might have originated in France. Also called a waterglobe or snowdome, it was used as a paper weight at first. In 1889, a snow globe containing a model of the newly built Eiffel Tower was produced to commemorate the International Exposition in Paris, which marked the centenary of the French Revolution. This globe quickly became a favorite souvenir for attendees.

I only own one musical snow globe which I display on my coffee table during the month of December. Each time I unwrap it from the box I feel as if handling a very precious possession.  My mother purchased this for my older son, Cameron when he was 2 years old. Over the years we have displayed it in his room, game room and now on the coffee table downstairs.

Monday morning Lief, one of Cody’s therapist was working with him and he discovered the magic himself. He took Lief’s hand and wanted him to play the music and watch as the snow fell.


Later that same evening Cody Rivers took my hand and guided me to the coffee table for me to turn it on too. This time he tried to lift the heavy glass globe himself but I quickly took over. We played it over and over and over.  (I of course threw in a little therapy to try to get a few vocals during this opportunity too!)

This holiday season, find the little things that  make your children happy. It does not always have to be the traditional holiday things especially for our unique and wonderful little ones!

Santa’s elf shared with me that Cody Rivers might soon be getting his own snow globe from someone who lives up in Riversong….


Published by mamalamaneustupa

Bio My name is Shelley Neustupa. I am a mother of two cool boys and a wife of 22 years to my high school sweetheart. My oldest son attends the University of Oklahoma. Boomer! My youngest is in 2nd grade and was diagnosed with Autism and Mixed Receptive Expressive Disorder at age 2. Since his diagnosis, I promised him I would advocate and educate as hard as he works each day in therapy. I began writing and have been able to touch many parents that may be new to this journey providing them with actual experiences (not candy coated), support and resources through my entries. Writing is my therapy and my hope one day that my nonverbal son will be able to take these diaries and speak about his own journey and how autism relates to his own experiences. Who knows he and his older brother may become National Speaker’s one day? Come along on our journey to better understand our lives through the eyes of a boy with autism, his Skilled Companion dog Jude, his big brother (and best friend) and mom and dad. My raw vulnerability captures the everyday moments of our journey and will bring even more awareness. A week does not go by where we do not learn something new about ourselves and I want to share these chapters with you. My Sons Undeniable Strengths… Extremely smart and figures out things quickly. Has a memory that allows him to remember more things than I could ever hope for. Persuasive by his personality and sheepish looks. Overabundance of stamina and strength. Loves the outdoors. Enjoys life and always has fun with an unforgettable smile. You can find us here: Writer: Autism Through His Eyes Facebook Instagram YouTube Pinterest Canine Companions for Independence News Interview Cody and Skilled Companion Jude - Our Story

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