“What’s that noise, Mom?”
Whenever my seven-year-old son, Norrin, asks me a question, I smile. Some parents get annoyed by their kid’s never ending questions, but I welcome them. Norrin has autism and when he was first diagnosed, he had no language. We wondered if he would ever be able to speak.
Norrin is pointing up at the sky, waiting for my response. He’s smiling his typical Norrin smile, his eyes are twinkling with excitement because he knows the answer.
“Gee, I don’t know…what do you think that noise is?” I ask.
Norrin jumps up and down.”It’s a plane! Can we go on a plane mom? And stay in a hotel.” (Three summers ago, we flew down to Florida to visit Disney World and he’s been asking to go back ever since. I am impressed he still remembers.)
“Maybe next year,” I say, even though he doesn’t yet understand the concept of next year.
The answer seems to satisfy him and he moves on to asking about something else. And as he’s talking, smiling, and looking around I am amazed by his energy, his excitement for the everyday mundane activity of standing, waiting for his school bus. When the bus arrives, he hops on greeting the driver and matron with a smile, ready for his day to begin.
I walk back into my building with far less excitement, wishing I shared Norrin’s enthusiasm. Raising a son with autism has taught me many things, but there are still a few lessons I have yet to learn.
Do you envy your kids? How do you wish you were more like them?
Read more of Lisa’s writing at AutismWonderland.