Yet, when thinking on this journey that both my boy and I walk hand-in-hand each day, one word came to mind – awakening.
You see, before my son was born, I was a workaholic quality engineer for a tissue processing company. On the day I went into the hospital to give birth, I had been on bed rest for two weeks. I looked forward to returning to my normalcy – the hustle and bustle of my career. If not for my son’s special needs and eventual autism diagnosis, I might still would be in that same building, cranking out reports day-after-day. My son would be in daycare like so many other children his age. We would be looking at private schools for his coming Kindergarten year. He might have a sibling. I would hurriedly make my usual Earl Grey Tea without enjoyment and would speak to people in passing. We would be an absolutely ordinary family. Nothing remarkable about us, really.
This little boy I carried and delivered that day had other plans. He was here to change the world for more people than he could possibly imagine. There would be nothing ordinary about him; he was destined for an extraordinary life.
Indeed, he has been my greatest teacher. After my son was diagnosed, his very wise developmental pediatrician recommended that I seek training in DIR/Floortime from a very respected professional at Floortime Atlanta. I immersed myself in her teachings and those of Dr. Stanley Greenspan, but their most poignant piece of advice was this: Follow Your Child’s Lead.
And I have been doing so ever since.
It was a radical shift in everything I had learned about parenting. For the first two years of his life, I had operated on the principle that so many are taught – parenting is a dictatorship. It was my role to command; it was his to follow. I had to throw away the parenting books full of advice and milestones and take his hand, giving him control over the life through which I was to lead him. Instead, I gave him control, stayed at his side, and was determined to let him determine the course in the days and months and years ahead.
Floortime and my son reversed those roles and – in doing so – opened my eyes to the world as I had never seen it before. No longer did I see flapping hands as a negative; they were a sign of my son’s overflowing joy. When I got down on his level, put my head alongside his, and looked to see what he was seeing, I saw incredible wonders and beauty in our world that I never knew existed. In trying to take into account his sensory needs, my senses were opened to experiences that I never imagined. I learned just how little we really needed words for communication, that I could understand my boy without him ever saying a word.
It is through my son that I have come to understand what true beauty really is. It is through him that I take the moment to breathe in each experience and live life to its fullest. My morning tea no longer is made in a rush. Instead, I inhale the aromas and watch the leaves swirl peacefully in the infuser. I listen to the gentle clinking of the rock sugar as it hits the bottom of my glass. I see hues of color in each bubble and marvel at its travels on the breeze. I know that all behavior is communication and I open my eyes to hear what it is that he has to tell me. I know that love comes in so many forms that I cannot say that his lack of spontaneous hugs and kisses means he doesn’t love; rather, his whole existence is an outpouring of love.
My little boy – my little boy who says so little while saying so much – taught me all of this. I’d argue that it is because of his autism that he has opened my eyes and ears and heart and soul to all of the richness that life has to offer. I followed his lead and he’s showing me the world through his eyes.
What a beautiful awakening I have experienced…all because of one little boy.