Updated: Apr 10, 2019
I came running out of the bedroom, ecstatically happy after hearing my son get his own cereal! We have been working on this – getting the bowl, going to the pantry, opening the door, turning on the light, getting the cereal box, pouring it in the bowl (without milk), closing the door and turning off the light… for what feels like years now. But in reality it has only been six months… but who’s counting? I was so elated, I hugged and high-fived my beautiful son and told him how proud I was of this amazing accomplishment. Overjoyed, I texted my mom, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, RDI therapist and told anyone that would listen … and almost posted it on Facebook!
As a mom to an incredibly intelligent, amazing eight year old son with autism, I have come to celebrate the small steps and truly appreciate the little things in life. It was not so long ago that I thought he may walk down the aisle in a diaper, but at almost seven years old, he was finally potty-trained. And still to this day, when he goes the bathroom by himself, we still high-five him. Also, just learning to zip up his jacket, put his clothes, socks and shoes on, takes lots and lots of practice, social stories and continued patience on my part.
As I write this, I am reminded that this is not a race and I can’t make comparisons. I think back and remember when he could not communicate at all, so now when he says, “Mommy, can I please have water?” I am beyond grateful and appreciative; and have to remember to acknowledge that the small steps in life are absolutely beautiful.