I attend a support group meeting once a month for parents of children on the autism spectrum. We are a varied group with sons and daughters. Younger children and adult children. There are single parents, married parents, grandparents. Such a varied group, yet we are all bound together by autism. We all just…know. When someone says “I get it” – they totally do.
However…I was patient. I had no choice. And it did come with time.
We clip his nails regularly. Brush and floss his teeth every night. Take him for a haircut once a month – he just went on Tuesday. Didn’t even flinch.
All I could do was shake my head in awe at how far he’s come. I wanted to burst. I had a wave of…something. Pride? Positivity? Relief?
There was a sense of relief that something which posed such a challenge in his life is now easy for him. Just like the haircut he got the night before. Easy.
I must continue to remind myself of these massive gains that he’s made when I start to stress about all the other things that challenge our daily life, like his extremely self limited diet. Or his incessant need to rewind the tv. Or his need to constantly bounce a ball in the house. Or his repeating of everything we say…
The ones that he’s overcome are a really big deal. Each one – huge.