I Was Meant To Be An Autism Mom
As my 5 year old son and I walked out of gymnastics last night where he takes a private 1/2 hr class, it was cold, damp and a bit windy in the looming dusk. Freezing, I excitedly said "Let's run to the car Leo!" and took off gripping his hand tightly. Beside me, I heard this stilted little voice say, "Let's run.....fast." "Fast." I glanced down in surprise to see a slight smile gracing Leo's lips as his messy mop of wavy hair is blown back to reveal his pretty features on his sweet face. (Almost too pretty for a boy, we often joke.) And so we ran fast to the car, holding hands, laughing all the way. I'll cherish that moment because while it's a simple story to share, the significance of hearing Leo respond to me showing he comprehended what I asked and then followed through with the suggestion is certainly wonderful. That he added the word " fast" (twice!) is HUGE in the communication department! It's mome...