I often sit and admire the capriciousness of the universe.
Well, sit as much as I am able.
I have an extremely happy, joyful, wonderful, and energetic three year old son. He's my little Mak. In many ways, he is an exceptional child. He is both ahead of and behind the curve of what is considered 'typical' and thus has been diagnosed as autistic. I consider him to be a child with a different way of interacting with life - my little Mac in a PC world. I have no desire to cure him, just help him where he is delayed.
Often, we see small progress with him that just astounds us. For example, a few weeks ago, he tucked in his doll. He put her in a chair and tucked a blanket around her, then turned off the light because she was 'sleeping.' Such a thing was so far out of his normal behaviour that I sent pictures to his grandmother, and spent most of the day blathering on about it with my friends who had no idea why a child showing empathy was such a big deal.
On Monday, I discovered that I am pregnant with our second child, after a difficult and painful battle with infertility. My grandmother had passed away that morning, and I was just blown away with the incredible nature of what was happening - that with death, there would be new life - and so, of course, I burst into tears. Happy tears, sad tears. Just tears in general. He hugged me. He actually came up and hugged me without me prompting him. He saw I was crying and hugged me, and it was incredible that he thought to do that on his own.
My son is soon to start in quite a bit of therapy to help him with his delays. As my pregnancy progresses, and as his progress hopefully continues, I want to document the joys and difficulties in dealing with a child of my son's nature and how we help him adapt to being a brother.
