I was reading some mom websites today- moms of autistic kids... kinda started out with one from one of my commenters and (as usual) one mom blog led to another. As I read about their struggles, I reflected back on the first time my son gave me a hug. I'm not talking about the first time he ever snuggled with me, or the first time he held me (he was always a snuggler when sleepy or nursing). But the first time he purposely threw his little arms around me and gave me a big hug.
I was sitting in church, few years back, thinking how unfair it was. Someone up ahead had just been kissed by their six month old. Kissed. I didn't even know six month olds could kiss. I'd never been kissed my son. Never been hugged by him. I looked at my friend trying to restrain her 16 year old autistic son. Is that what the future holds for me?
As if on cue, my son perked up, wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck. He was almost two years old. I cried for the rest of the service. And about a year later I would hear "I love you." Even though it was simply a mimicked response it was still sweet music to my ears.
How I cherish the little victories...
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- SavedAspie
- I'm saved. I'm a self-diagnosed Aspie. I've lived a decent life, but sure wish I would have known about AS back in grade school, high school, and college. My friends and I started a website for Autism (www.MarylandAutism.org). The site is still going, but none of us live in Maryland anymore. I'm walking a fine line between being active in helping those with Aspergers get the most out of life and keeping myself together in the professional realm. Don't know why it's so hard to pursue these goals concurrently, but one provides fulfillment, while the other pays the bills. This is a blog for Saved Aspies. Others are welcome, too! There aren't many of us, probably because we are typically not treated well by social institutions (including churches). But I've come a long way since my self-diagnosis, and I owe it all to Him.
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My son just started saying, "I love you," this year (he's seven). It's the sweetest thing to hear from him. He always liked to hear me say it to him, but he didn't realize he should reciprocate until last fall.
Wow, what a powerful moment.
Even now, my son will say "I love you, too" when I put him to bed and say "I love you" but I don't think he realizes what the words mean, only that it makes mommy happy to hear that particular combination of sounds. It's funny sometimes, because occasionally he'll beat me to the punch, and say "I love you, too" even before I've said "Goodnight, I love you."
In case you haven't seen... there was a follow up to this- the first REAL instance of my son saying he loved me.
And he still does!!! He is so sweet and loving (to me, lol).
http://savedaspie.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-said-i-love-you-mommy.html
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