A great post that I found on the blog Autism with a Side of Fries!
"At what age did your son start to talk?"
"When did your son toilet train?"
"How old was your son when he first slept through the night?"
If I didn't know any better, I would think those emails were from me.
Well, Past Me. Which would be kind of Sci Fi movie like that Past Me was
writing to Now Me. It would be handy if Now Me could write back to Past
Me something really useful like "Don't forget to take the chicken out
to defrost for dinner." But I digress...
To answer these top three questions:
1) At five with repeating "Hey, hey, hey!" like Dwayne from "What's Happening?"
2) At seven, eight, nine, and still at eleven on the odd night or
morning after now and then. Dry sheets this week, so YAY! My washer and
dryer sure appreciate a little less work.
3) The other night around 1:30AM the Kiddo decided it was a great time
to discuss his desire to go to the local diner for french fries. In his
defense, they do make really good fries. It was pretty cool that he
called out for his Dad, not me, to discuss this plan. Well, I'm not sure
my husband would share that opinion but Hey, he called for you dude! So
that whole "Sleeping through the night thing.". We don't have that
perfected yet. Let's call that a work in progress.
"I just need something to hold onto for hope."
Now this I get. Girl, you are preaching to the choir here. I am holding
onto hope and my sanity with a white knuckled grip. The Kiddo is only
growing older and it seems to be at a faster rate than I ever knew that
time could go. Now Me really wishes she could sit down Past Me and tell
her to Buckle Up. I'm not sure Past Me would have fully understood what
that meant though. Past Me was too busy in "Fix It Jesus!" mode.
So, I don't know how much I'm about to say will make sense to those who
are really intent on finding out the magical age as to when things will
happen. I've said it time and again. These kids create their own
milestones. They just do. There is no set timeline as to when anything
will happen or won't. I know you feel like you are racing against the
clock here, but there really is no end to all of this. Autism is along
for the ride.
Some things will happen and some things might never happen. That can be
good and bad depending on what you are talking about. Now Me really
wants you to know that. I know that's a pretty abstract concept. Past Me
would hate Now Me for saying that. "Like stop trying to be deep about
this." but I have no other way to explain it.
Now Me wants you to think of it this way. You now know the ages my
Kiddo did something you were asking about. What if that age comes and
goes and your child still can't do something? Can you see how holding
on to that number is like setting yourself up to be sad if it doesn't
happen by that point?
Now You is coming. I swear this much is true. Now You will be ever
changing and looking at Past You with some serious side eye and a
knowing sympathetic head nod. Now You will want to take Past You into
their arms to both hug them and shake them by the shoulders. I know
this because I'm pretty sure Now Me would probably slap Past Me and tell
her to calm the eff down.
Now Me or Now You. Not perfect. Not by a mile. But they are also a tiny bit happier living in the Now.
Future Me however, Man, that chick is a worrier. Somebody order than gal another side of fries.