Having a child with autism, everyday things have a different pattern. This is just a little snapshot into our family. It’s not meant to be sad, it just is.
I left home last week to go to a writers’ conference at Blue Ridge. While I was packing for the trip, my wife, Vickie, came into the room just to talk before I left. Our two dogs came in when they heard our voices and laid on the floor watching. Then our new little kitten, Cathy Puff, jumped on the bed and played with my clothes as I placed them in my suitcase.
Madison was in his room, listening to his video. In his own little world.
I went in his room to tell him I was leaving, that I love him, and that I’ll be gone a few days.
Then I said, “Bye, Madison.”
He said, “Bye, Madison.” Never looking up at me.
When I arrived home, I was greeted at the door by our two schnauzers, stubby tails wagging their whole backsides. They ran back and forth from me to my chair, waiting for me to sit so they could jump up onto my lap. Our two cats followed so they could join in the excitement.
Madison sat on the couch listening to his video. We did a fist pump, but he didn’t stand or look up.
I unpacked. Then I returned to the room and sat down to hear how the week went from Vickie. She and I talked for several minutes about home, the conference, and, of course, our pets.
Then Madison looked at me, pointed, and said, “One”.
He looked over at Vickie. “Two.”
Then he pointed to his chest. “Three.”
Then, as if to himself, he repeated, “Three.”
And went back to listening to his music.
His family was back together.