I was getting ready this morning in the bathroom when Jackson climbed from the toilet onto the counter, turned on the faucet, and started playing in the water. I almost got him down and told him to go play somewhere else, almost, then changed my mind. We talked about the water, the soap, hot, cold, and when his limited vocabulary was exhausted we started through the alphabet, numbers, names.
All the while the water ran.
He looked at me, really looked at me, wanted to interact, called me mom, smiled, and laughed. The yelling was gone, no crowds, no anxiety, no schedule, just us. These are the moments when the autism is forgotten, when no barriers or worries plague the future and I can cherish these moments with my perfect little boy. These are the moments.
Side note: Charlie unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper during this time and I just threw it away right beside the newspaper. Berkenstock clad, tree huggers will surely be contacting me via recyclable hate mail.
7 comments:
I have a love-hate relationship with this post. I love Doobie and I love that he won the battle! I love that he is perfect and that he has you as his perfect mom. I love my boy and his hilarious personality! I hate that I sit and cry (a happy cry) when youst these! You are awesome!
dido giz.
I think you deserve the "GREAT MOM OF THE DAY' award because those really are the moments that count!!
I love you amy, in my book you are #1 mom, everyday! :) xoxo rach
You go ahead and let that water run as long as you need to!!! Whatever it takes, I say.
I think that whatever you have to do to have these moments are worth it. So glad you had this one.
When you have moments like these, nothing else matters. Although I tend to reroll the tp and stick it in the kids bathroom, because I don't want it in mine.
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