Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. – Unknown
Last night, we took Luau out for his birthday. Since I’d been chronicling the day in pictures from the start, I had my phone close at hand. I figured I’d get a snap of the ludicrous 22-ounce steak he’d ordered or something else equally banal. Instead, what I caught was magic.
Back in September, I wrote the following on Diary’s Facebook page.
In the pictures that follow, Luau is scripting with Brooke.
Every therapist we ever saw told us to discourage Brooke’s scripts. Every IEP that was ever written made their demise a goal. Until the day that we said No More. Because we had started to understand the importance of the scripts. We had finally seen them for what they are: part of Brooke’s evolving system of communication. Her way of telling us, if we were really willing to listen, what she was feeling, what she was thinking, what she needed. The scripts were, and are, her way of connecting with us, with the world around her. Shutting them down took energy, and that energy was negative as hell. Giving in created joy. Shutting them down cut off connection. Shutting them down shut HER down.
This is what scripting looks like in our world.
It looks like a daddy connecting with his daughter.
It looks like joy.
It looks like love.
(It looks like a damn good dad.)
Note, the pictures are raw, unedited, and unfiltered, just like life.
Happy birthday, Luau.
You’re doing it right.