I cannot believe I have a ten-year-old son.
I have a beautiful, compassionate, funny, slightly obnoxious, intelligent individual for a son.
I can see what happens when you put love and understanding, rules and discipline, respect, creativity, and fun into a family…it produces beautiful individuals. Since we have begun our journey as a family, Peter has developed from a slightly anxious, very intense, mostly internally focused person into an outgoing, creative person with a fantastic sense of humor, and a lot of joy. He still struggles with social situations, and anger, but we’re working on that.
When we were interviewing for preschool at the Detroit Waldorf School I remember being asked what Peter was like. I remember responding that he was intelligent, gentle and intense. I distinctly remember not describing him as “happy” and feeling defeated because I had a 3 year old, who could not be described as “happy.” I wondered how I could give this little person everything he’d need to live a normal life. We discovered later that year (and were confirmed with a diagnosis several years later) that he has Asperger’s Syndrome. All of his idiosynchrocies and needs began to make sense. His Sensory Intergration Dysfunction was named and could be addressed…but I had no idea where to start. I never expected that we could eventually be so happy.
Peter’s teacher that year told me that she truly believed Peter was born to me because I am the only person in the world who could be his mother. I think about that quite often, mostly when things are hard for us, but I feel so fortunate that he was given to me. He is so dear to me, my sidekick, my beautiful boy. He has blossomed into such a wonderful son, and brother, and person. I know I am the only person who could be his mother, but I am the lucky one.