So, I had yesterday’s post all ready to go (the indexing piece) because I knew I would probably be too tired to really write something new.
I’m glad that was the case because we had a pretty amazing experience yesterday that was filled with spectrum moments. FILLED…
As you know Tucker is a huge Minnesota Vikings Football fan. He comes from a long line of Vikings fans – his dad, his grandfather, his uncle…all Vikings fans. Me? Yep – me too. I’ll yell Skol! any chance I get at the television. I have not been a lifelong fan…but loving my son has made me a fan. When I say a huge fan…I mean HUGE. Players, numbers, plays, records – all memorized. Memorized early on in his life – he probably knew and could recall more about the Vikings at age six than many adults.
Regardless, his knowledge of the Vikings is certainly amplified by his ridiculously amazing memory – an attribute of many folks who have autism.
So…yesterday we took a trip to Vikings training camp. Training camp is a time where fans can get up and close and personal with the players. There is a morning ‘walk-through’ where players are without pads and helmets and an afternoon, more traditional practice.
I decided I was going to take him at 6:30 AM. I had been thinking about it for a couple of days – but I do this thing. It’s actually easier to take Tucker somewhere without telling him (see MacAttack, Day 1), it leaves less time for questions and concerns. So – I woke him up at 7 AM and said, “Tucker, get ready – we’re going to Vikings training camp.” I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him move so quickly.
So…what does this trip have to do with autism? I sometimes forget. I forget all of the ‘stuff’ that can go along with a new experience. I’m usually much better at preparing him – but I was still pretty exhausted from our vacation weekend.
On our way we stopped for a new book because he had read the one in our vehicle eight times. What did he choose? Captain Underpants. Seriously. I tried to have a conversation with him about choosing books more age appropriate. He wasn’t having any part of it…he likes that series – so he’ll read it over and over and over again. Then I recalled – we were on our way to do something new, something different. This book would help calm his nerves until we arrived.
The book was nearly 200 pages long – he finished it in 45 minutes. Yes – my 8th grader is a speed reader of 5th grade material. Shocking.
We arrived and not surprisingly he had no interest in waiting in line for autographs – he simply wanted to watch the ‘walk-through.’ We sat…we talked…we watched. Then it was time for lunch.
A new restaurant – a different menu.
A ‘hot’ boy.
Dark, crusty grill marks on burger.
Recipe for disaster.
Quivering lip at lunch.
So we left…and we took a break. We found a cool spot and sat for awhile. Then it happened. A friend of mine was able to give Tucker a great opportunity. The opportunity of a lifetime…really. To stand in the hallway as all of the Vikings players passed by.
Surprisingly…initially, he wasn’t excited. I soon understood why.
As I stood in the hallway facing the players exit, he stood on the other side of the wall. He had to peek his head around the corner to see the players coming. I was surprised and at first I blamed it on the lunchtime meltdown…but that wasn’t it at all.
Scripting…my tape recorder. He didn’t know what to say. He had NO experience stopping a Vikings Football Player to ask for a picture. He had NO experience in even saying hello as they passed by. He didn’t have the language. Duh.
How selfish and inconsiderate of me – I hadn’t prepared him for this moment. Not at all. I was so frustrated with myself…until I decided I would just have to model. I didn’t know many of these players nor did I really know what to say -but I’ve never shied away from a stranger.
As they came through I began saying simple hello’s and “Have fun” “Stay hydrated, it’s warm out there” “Have a great season.” As I looked at Tucker I realized he was watching closely – taking mental notes of what to say and how to act. He also giggled when I told Teddy Bridgewater (QB) and Chad Greenway (LB) to have a ‘Good Game.’ At least I got him to smile and shake his head…even if I sounded like an idiot (definitely not the first or last time).
Then, I saw him. One of Tucker’s favorite players – an offensive tackle, Phil Loadholt. Tucker stood in line for his autograph six years ago. They have something in common, both the biggest guys on the team – and here he was walking down the hallway. Tucker looked around the corner and his eyes lit up. He turned back towards me with a hopeful face.
I nodded at him and mustered the courage, “Excuse me. Would you be willing to take a picture with my son?” He peeked around the corner and looked at Tucker, pointed, and then looked back at me. “Yes, him – I know…but he’s actually just 13”
He smiled, put his arm around him, and said, “You’ll be my size in no time. You’re a big kid. Keep working.” Tucker nodded and smiled.
From that point on Tucker moved beside me. He smiled at every player on the way out. He waved and often said a quiet hello. Adrien Peterson nodded at him.
Mr. Loadholt has no idea what he did for my son – he gave him a new script, he gave him hope for his own ‘lineman’ career – it’s not glorious but it is about loyalty, protection, and a calm strength. Those are the finest qualities that my Tucker possesses and evidently he does as well.
That ginormous man with that amazing smile also won my heart, that is for sure.