A Young Child's Journey Through Autism
Max is with me in the car, excitedly chattering about his return to school after the Thanksgiving holiday. He has made paper snowflakes for all of his friends. His success in the world of Kindergarten is evident in his love for everything about school. He speaks often about making us proud of him. As six year olds are prone to do, he has had some days recently that were nothing to be proud of. At the end of one such day, he had gone to be troubled. I had told him to let his bad day go, and it would fly out the window into the darkness and be gone. Later I saw him kneeling at the window and asked him what he was doing. "I'm watching my bad day make angels in the snow." I think of this as I drive, as the words from the song on the radio float through my mind. "And, oh it's sweet to know the wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things."
It is during these extraordinary ordinary moments that I am overtaken by what I have seen happen to our lives. As I look at Max, I recall a time when I could not expect to know thr child seated beside me. Unaware of the silent wonder I often feel when looking at him, he solemnly munches his M&M's and informs me that his patience shopping ought to be rewarded with a Cappucino. I agree that a Cappucino would be nice about now, as the music from the car radio fills my ears and spills into my heart. "I dropped down and I called out to heaven, send me someone to love. And heaven shot back, you get the love that you allow. And everything is different now...
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