I snuck into Brooke’s room tonight when we got home from the Autism Speaks event. It was long after her bedtime so I was shocked to find her lying in bed wide awake. I told her I’d spent the evening with a whole bunch of moms and dads who also had kids with autism and that we all talked about how proud we are of them, how awesome they are and how they can do anything they want to do in this world. I still don’t know how much – if any – of that stuff gets through. I have no idea what the word autism means to her – or if it has any meaning at all. But I’m going to keep saying it. I’m going to keep saying it.
~ Diary’s FB status, Saturday night 10pm
@diaryofamom at #TPGA bit.ly/u1oQtQ #autism Vital: keep reminding world re our children, perception is everything. #autismsunday
~ Tweet from @lizditz, a co-editor of Thinking Person’s Guide to Autism yesterday at noon
As I put Brooke to bed last night, I whispered in her ear. I don’t know why it was those particular words. They were simply what came out.
“You are perfect, baby.”
“I am?” she asked.
“Yes you are,” I said. Then added, “And there is nothing in this world that you can’t do.”
Her next response was nothing I would ever have predicted. It sounded like a script, the cadence of the words giving it away as such, but for the life of me I couldn’t tell you the book or show or previous conversation from which it came.
Perhaps it was something she’d heard at school. Perhaps it’s something we’ve said without hearing ourselves say it. Its origin didn’t matter. The words were perfect.
“We don’t think about what we CAN’T do,” she said. “We think about what we CAN do!”
I beamed at my girl.
“See?,” I said. “I told you you’re perfect.”
Really, what more is there to say?