It’s been some years since I started blogging during the month of April about autism. In the beginning it was really easy sharing about the early years of our journey but as Sam has gotten older it has been more difficult for a variety of reasons.
The best way I can explain what I mean is to point to something else and say “That’s what I’m talking about” knowing full well that those kinds of statements usually fall apart rather quickly if looked at too closely. So don’t try to look too far into this but take it at face value, ok?
The beginning of a marriage carries a certain essence to it…the honeymoon phase if you will. But after a while things settle into a more natural frequency. It should still be beautiful and romantic but the definition of those things changes to include the reality of life with another person. The reality of dirty socks, chores, bills, and day to day sin.
Life with autism is the same in the sense that what we lived with and experienced with Sam when he was little is different than what we live with and experience with him now. The reality of autism, of having a son with autism, is broader and heavier.
But that doesn’t mean it is without beauty. Just as the depth of love experienced by the couple who has been married for twenty five years is far richer and more rewarding than the couple who has been married for twenty-five days so is life with a sixteen year old autistic young man as opposed to that sweet chubby faced toddler.
Harder to describe and share about but it is definitely more mature, more robust. The struggles and battles are at times heavier but I still wouldn’t have him any other way. Autism is still a gift. He is still a gift.
In case you missed it on Facebook here is a video of Sam dancing in all of his white boy glory.