For some reason today, I decided to ask my almost 9 year old what his brother’s autism meant to him.
He looked at me puzzled for a moment and then said, “It means we take extra care of him.” That was it. That was all he gave me. I didn’t want to push and ask more. But, I couldn’t help myself.
“Anything else?”, I asked.
“Not really mommy”, he replied.
Then, quickly it hit me. As an “autism mom”, sometimes I get so wrapped up in it all. (the diagnosis, the doctors, the therapies, what others think…the list is endless) I need to remind myself that autism is only a very small part of who Michael is. Because after all, I am not perfect either.
To David, Michael is just his little brother. Sure sometimes he needs to have some extra patience with him. But to David, Michael is the boy he plays with, laughs with and fights with. He is just his little brother, that needs some extra care. So profound. So simple.
I can only hope that as he grows older, that Michael will have the love and understanding of lots of friends who see him just the same way David does….as just a boy, and friend, that needs more care. ❤