This weekend has been full of surprises. I really anticipated a hellish week since Andrew finished school and was going to have a few days off. So to keep him in some sort of structured environment, I signed him up for an art camp, at a place that we have gone to since he was 18 month. The place is called Green Moon Children’s Art Studio and is a drop off program of art and music, and free play. “Green Moon’s mission is to provide children with an art based experience that will help develop their cognitive, physical, social and creative skills.” When I picked Andrew up on Friday Miss Jackie the main teacher told me, “Oh my gosh, he’s totally a different kid, then when I last seen him in December. He was not running around screaming, he didn’t try to open the back doors, or fire exits and he sat and followed instructions. I was in shock. Was she talking about my Andrew, my little man that I often refer to as the Asian Dennis the Menace, due his many attempts at pushing my buttons on days to get attention. I was so overjoyed to hear of this since it proves that all the hard work and dedication we have had to his ABA therapy was actually working. However, I was a little sad inside that I could not see this side of Andrew at home. God knows though our little ones go out of their way for our attention so this should have been a surprise to me, but I have such a desire to see it.
Also this past weekend we hosted a joint birthday party for Andrew and Arywn at the Stamford Nature Center. Both kids seemed a tad overwhelmed at first but then seemed to warm up. One of my daughter’s classmates had her baby sitter bring her. I am not sure how she came to know about Andrew being on the spectrum but she told me, “you’d never know he has autism, his language is so good.” As a parent of a child on the spectrum your heart literally does a little dance or skips a beat when you hear these “little” things like this. Everyday I question, is the ABA therapy really working, is it really worth the 20 hours a week that we as a family sacrifice? These little things turn into a big YES, and are all worth it. I will try to remember these comments on the not so good days, since the journey of Autism is literally the unknown for us as we start a new day everyday.
Do I wish I can see this side of Andrew everyday? Of course I do, but that is just it, I see him pretty much every minute of every hour of every day, so even the littlest bit of progress I may miss. But I will have my moment to experience that “little bit of change,” sometime. So for right now I end this with, “good things come to those that wait.”