Sounds of Saturday
Our autism journey
“Pickory dickory dog the mouse ran down…” These and other fine tunes are what I’m being serenaded with. I get lost in the moment listening to all the ways he pronounces things. When he was a baby I couldn’t wait to hear his voice, I thought he was going to sound like Ross from Friends. The waiting and the waiting seemed to be forever. Now I revel and rejoice hearing the words, the phrases, the singing, the misspoken words, the words of delight, even the words of frustration, because they are all his expressions, his words, his communications. This is what I longed for, this is what I know so many other parents want to hear from their babies. I want to tell them it will come, give it time, try this or do that, but I know what all that means. I’ve felt the sadness, the frustration, the tears running down my face when it wasn’t happening, or even now when he still can’t express something or doesn’t answer me. One day at a time I tell myself, one step to our future and one hope for tomorrow. Go after your dreams, your hope, your future, what are you waiting for. Smiles to all and donut daze!
