It’s fairly difficult for me to think back and find a moment in my life that I would choose as a favorite, mostly because those are few and far between. I’ve talked quite a bit in my past entries about how much trauma and strife I’ve been through.
However, the one I’m having come up prominently in my mind is the one and only time The Son ever said, “I love you,” without being prompted.
You might think this is a thing a child would do more often, and you’d be right – for most “typical” children. But The Son has autism/is autistic (I’m still not sure which is proper to use). At some point, I will write about him and our journey with autism. I’m not ready for the emotional backlash it will illicit in me just yet. 😉 For now, suffice it to say that his communication skills were not up to peer level at that point.
I remember the moment like it was yesterday… we were in the den at my parents’ house. I can’t remember much else, like what we were doing or if we were talking, just that I was standing about 10 feet away from him when he suddenly looked at me and said, “I love you.” I about fell out and died right then and there. He had never once said it unprompted before then, and hasn’t since. It’s always been, “I love you, too” in response to my saying it.
I suppose that moment is bittersweet, given how he’s never said it again except as a response, but… I cherish the fuck out of that single time.
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