I was half a mile from home when my cell phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hi Mom. Are towels made of cotton?” My 13-year old and his questions. Always, questions.
“Yes usually, why?” I replied.
“I was just wondering.”
“Are you done with your math yet?”
“So you’re not done with your math?”
“Not really. No.” As if I didn’t already know the answer to that. “Well I’ll be home in 2 minutes so get to work.”
I clicked off my speaker phone and made my way home. I walked in to discover my son in the laundry room.
OH. Cotton towels. He was moving them from the washer to the dryer. Isn’t it funny how often we jump to conclusions? I really had thought my son was just stalling on his schoolwork, which is NOT unusual for him, but he was doing something.
That makes it okay, right?
But he’s always just doing something.
Just checking the mail. Just feeding the dogs. Just getting a pen for me (because he heard me say something about not having one in the kitchen.) Just….
Always just SOMETHING. And it’s always so he can avoid something else.
Here’s the thing. He has Autism. He is attentive to a fault. The boy cannot simply turn off input. Any input. He knows what is happening in the house at all times. He hears all conversations (and acts on them, even if he was not asked to.) Due to this, he is probably the most distractable kid I’ve ever had, and we had six.
He’s a joy and a challenge, all bundled up in a tall (taller than me!) boy with a gentle disposition and sweet brown eyes. The boy who is so innocent he honestly still believed in Santa and the Easter bunny until just the past few months. (I’m off the hook! Wahoo!)
How do you teach a kid what he needs to know to graduate high school when he can’t keep his rear in a chair or his head on any one subject for more than five minutes? How do we bring this young man through these last few years, assigning credits and accumulating work that proves his transcript, when he is limited to keyboarding ALL written work?
Welcome to my world. But I know it can be done.
I know it will be done, by God’s grace and provision. I have never been so nervous about taking on a high schooler as I am with this boy, but God’s plans for him will beat mine every time.
April is Autism Awareness Month. Do you love someone with Autism?