R has chosen his sweatshirt
( I am proud to see he chooses his trendy GAP over his other options - he is my son- he instinctively chooses better brands -GAP over Osh Kosh, target over wal-mart, real crocs etc. DH is the opposite of me and R and we get teased a lot for this )
He runs his finger over the logo on my sweatshirt
Tommy he reads ( for Tommy Hilfiger )
He puts his hand on my stomach
And looks up at me puzzled
I interpret his look correctly and say " that means tummy not tommy "( for to him this is mislabeling as the word is written over my chest )
Its like this
Constantly pulling my face to him so he can kiss my cheeks and forehead.
Stroking my hair
He makes me sing songs.
Corrects me when I do an action incorrectly
Urges me to bury him in piles of leaves
His cold is leaving
And he is back
Oh how marvelous to see him be himself again!
Happiness is washing over me like a great tide.
"Its ridiculous how much we love our children" said one of my friends the other day " they will never know"
And its the truth
Far beyond any DSM IV criteria, for me the measure of good times with R , are his "with-it-ness, his connectedness and most of all his happy glow
When these are present - I can look askance at all the doom and gloom predictions that are handed to Autie parents! ( like the Buddhist saying goes "no one can look at a seed and say which one will grow and which wont ")
When these are not there, I am run with anxiety
I know there will be bad times again in the future
But for now
God's in heaven and all is right in my world.