My boy turned 11. Eleven – I can hardly believe he is that old already. It brings tears to my eyes for so very many reasons.
First is the obvious that every parent can identify with. His childhood is slipping away. He will be legally an adult in just 7 more years. He is over halfway there. He is a few short years from High School, puberty will arrive soon and he will be a man before long. I look at him and realize he is just 3 short years younger then my teen – who seems so very grown up. Who I rely on as a second man of the house to shoulder difficulty when Hubby is at work.
Just three years difference.
When I look at the boy – I see a sweet innocence of a young child. I have to remind myself that the physical body is that of a pre-teen boy. Then I think about the things that my boy may not ever experience. Will he ever have a girlfriend, marry, hold down a job? Will he ever be able to be independent in anything he does? Will he ever even learn to read and write so he can communicate with the world around him?
Then I have to stop myself. There is NO GOOD that will come from dwelling on what he can’t do or what he may never be able to do.
In order to make it in the world of Autism you MUST focus on the positive. My boy is loving and happy. That is what I must focus on. He wasn’t always happy. That is an accomplishment. I remember when he first started in his Preschool Program. He was there for months before the teacher heard him laugh. If you know my boy, you know he is a giggly and smiley kinda kid. He went through a dark place for a while where that was gone. He visits that sad place on occasion and that is the only way we know that there is something very wrong.
And right now, I am very thankful that I have that happy boy.
That if I want a hug, he will give it.
If I want to give him a kiss, he will tolerate it.
And if I’m lucky
He will even reciprocate <3