Sometimes I’m absolutely overwhelmed.
Grab a tissue.
Sometimes I’m absolutely overwhelmed with love.
I’m not joking. This is unlike any other post I’ve ever made…because today, I’m overwhelmed.
I love that he’s funny and doesn’t ‘get’ metaphors.
I love that everything is planned.
I love that he’s so accountable.
I love that he really doesn’t care what other people think.
I love it that when he sees me after a couple days away he greets me with his ginormous wingspan…just waiting to engulf his ‘little mama’ in a hug.
I love it that he still loves (and chooses) the movies he watched as a child.
I love it that he continues to read the Wimpy Kid book series…over and over and over again.
I love it that when we talk he won’t make eye contact and then there is a 2-second period that he will look directly at me. That 2-seconds? Overwhelming love.
I love it that he watches random YouTube videos for information like, “Salt doesn’t make water boil faster. You need to know that since you cook for all of us.”
I love it that he wiggles because his clothes feel funny.
I love it that it sometimes takes him 5 minutes to get two sentences out – because man…they are some REALLY good thoughts.
I love it that he wears mismatched clothes because he put them on himself.
I love it that he retreats to quiet places when his brain feels like it’s going to explode.
I love that I get to have such a close relationship with his teachers.
I love that other people work at getting him.
I love when other people engage him – not just once, but patiently over and over again.
I love it when he tells me the toilet is clogged – because that means he really went (for those of you who have dealt with ASD related constipation…you know what I mean).
I love it when he can’t stop talking about the Vikings.
I love it when he gets so focused he can’t think about anything else.
I love his rule-following nature.
I love that he keeps me on a schedule.
I love it that he gets average grades but he’s so amazing in all the ‘non-graded’ ways.
I love it that we’ve done so much ’emotional labeling’ work that he’s more precise than most adults about what he’s feeling.
I love it that he talks like a grown up “Mom, I really appreciate you doing that for me.”
I love it that he never stops moving.
I love it that he’ll grab onto my hand in a public place.
I love it that he’s so careful.
I love it that he wraps himself before bed…in the same way I swaddled him as an infant.
I know I spend a lot of time writing about overcoming difficulties and developing coping strategies – but there are also moments that I have this overwhelming love for him. Overwhelming love for autism. I know it sounds weird – to love something that can cause pain and difficulty..but here is the deal. It’s him. The autism makes him who he is…this wonderful young man of mine.
His laugh is like a chorus singing.
His eyes twinkle like midnight country stars.
His smile is like a crescent moon.
His touch is as gentle as a furry caterpillar.
He has autism. He is mine. I really wouldn’t want him any other way.
Excellent post from a loving Mother’s heart! I understand exactly how you feel, because one of my twin sons has autism also. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings!
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Thank you for taking the time to read!!! It certainly causes enough pain…but I’m not sure I would want it any other way…at least in this moment. 😉
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love, tears, hugs!!!!! “to love something that can cause pain and difficulty” but it’s just HIM!!! 🙂 Can’t stop replaying that in my thought, it’s so TRUE! The eye contact part, pretty much sent emotions through me and tears came Rollin down! Those moments are amazing! -good post, but all of your posts are wonderful!!
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Thank you – I’m so glad you enjoy the posts. It’s so true though – those moments bring such HUGE amounts of joy that it often overshadows the rest. Thank goodness for that!
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