Oh my goodness, I rushed home as fast as I could so I could BLOG! But then on my way home I got dizzy for some reason so then I had to make food when I got home. I’m eating organic heirloom tomatoes with organic basil and organic blue capri goat cheese that I stuck uner the broiler for a few minutes. NOM. All produced by farmers I talk to and know. Local food rocks my socks off…
Anyway, that’s not what this blog is about.
This morning I was laying in bed listening to the boys play. Silas was bossing Isaac around and Isaac was doing everything he said. I just let it go with a smile on my face. Kinda like the first time he talked back to me, or when I ask him what he did at Kindergarten today and he says “I don’t know”. It’s kind of neat when he lies to me or when he tells me a story that I know didn’t happen.
Now you might think I’m a crazy person, why the heck would a mom like this sort of thing?? I assure you, I’m not nuts. I’m just celebrating the typical.
All of you with kids have been through all of that, you’ve hated it, been driven up the wall by it, punished your children for it but I simply cannot completely go there. Because….he can!
Kids with autism aren’t expected to lie, boss their siblings around, talk back to you or tell outrageous stories. Why? Because most of them can’t talk! 4 months ago Silas had no idea how to tell me a story, 6 months ago he had no idea how or why he would boss Isaac around, a year ago there’s no way he’d tell a lie…lying doesn’t always make sense to kids with autism.
He’s expanding himself, he’s coming out of his realm of autism and joining us more and more and more in our world. Which, in some ways makes me feel sorry for the poor guy but also wildly excited for his future!
I always said I didn’t want children who would follow the crowd, and there’s no way Silas will be one of those people. With a typical child I’d gag at them copying their peers or trying to mold into the crowd but with Silas I sit back with a smile on my face and enjoy every stinking moment of it.
So next time your child talks back to you in the viciously horrible tone, have a little smile for me…because at least they can.
PS, I’m soooo happy to be back!