My Kids Are Not Entirely Fond of Puzzles
This journey…this intro to life with a child on “the spectrum” has been challenging to say the least. We have so many devastating moments that are balanced by those of complete and utter joy…of hope. Just when I think we are on the right path of diagnosis, Ben has a few hours of complete normalcy that lead me to believe maybe we’ve been too hasty here. Maybe I have more control over this than I originally thought. If I just take him out for frozen yogurt more often. If I spend more one-on-one time with him. If I work with him more. Yes…maybe that’s the key!
It occurred to me that maybe as an introspective kid, he may benefit from writing down his feelings on the matter. To put his honest thoughts on paper, free from fear of hurting anyone’s feelings. He declined. He smiled. He hugged me. Kissed me. And told me that he understood why things are different these days. Then naturally asked what was for dinner. I love that kid. And that night I ordered him a bean bag chair too.
One night, the whole family was talking down in the living room and all of a sudden, Timmy, my other brother, just blurts out, “I don’t have enough attention”. I really don’t wanna sound like a brat here, but, ARE YOU KIDDING??? I’m the oldest, and I only had a year to myself, Timmy had at least two. Ever since then, they’ve been getting way more attention. Like today. They got their bing bag chairs first. I’m not complaining about something that small, but, to me, it always seems like him and Ben are always first. Especially Ben.