Conversations With My Son
You know the saying “kids say the darndest things”, then I’m sure they haven’t had a conversation with my son. What he says is beyond darn. Just where did he learn to speak like this, and then I remember he has a smart mother. As much as that makes me chuckle there is another level to my son. He is on the autism spectrum, to be specific he has Asperger’s Syndrome. Asperger’s was discovered by Han’s Asperger in 1940 when he noticed boys with social and communication difficulties. Some have called it “High functioning autism” due to a child hitting their language and cognitive development on time. Even though the child may have motor difficulties and appear clumsy or awkward most possess average to above average intelligence.
I have found that conversations with special needs children (autistic or not) are completely different from conversations with (what is considered) an average child. No matter what the diagnosis, raising a child with special needs requires a lot of attention and education. As a parent, I am still constantly learning how to adapt and take care of my son. Following are some colorful conversations between my son and me.
At age three my son was already speaking to me as a teen or adult would. This particular time will always stick out in my memory as I found it to be the funniest. It was Laundry day.
Me: (armful of wet clothes) Charles can you come help Mommy and take the clothes out of the dryer please.
Son: Heavy Sigh
Climbs down off the couch, as I had disturbed him from watching his favorite show. One by one he carries a piece of clothing to the couch. After five pieces of clothing,
Me: Charles, you can finish faster if you pick up an armload of clothes” without missing a beat,
Son: Well it seems to me that if some people want chores done their way then they should do it themselves. Otherwise, some people will have to accept chores being done the way the helper wants to do them.
My mouth dropped and I had to replay what I just heard from this little person. I could not believe a three-year-old just told me off in a very smart yet nice way. Part of me wanted to laugh but that wouldn’t be the right. I thought WWMD “What Would Mom Do” My mom was snickering as she had heard what he said.
Me: I am the parent and when I ask you to do something, then to do them my way.
Son: Heavier sigh
One evening my son asked me to rub his elbows, I have no idea why he needed this done but I did it.
Me: Ok, you have soft elbows.
Son: I know it’s Loreal because I’m worth it!
Me: Get away from me crazy boy. As I fall out laughing, I will always remember that I am worth it a soft elbow or not.
Even though we have cats, my son felt the need to own fish. He expressed why he needed fish to help him with anxiety and make him happy. He can just watch them swim all day. Being the mom that I am and wanting to help my son with his anxiety I set up a tank and we picked a day to get fish. This is the following conversation:
Son: I’m so excited I’m getting fish tomorrow! We are getting fish, right?
Me: Yes, make sure you text James so he knows to take us.
Son: Why did you and James buy me a duck for the tank?
Me: Because you love ducks
Son: But you killed it! Ducks can’t hold their breath underwater that long!
Me: What the Hell!!! Are u kidding me! It’s a special duck he was made to swim with fishes!
Son: No, he isn’t and now I’m sad because you drowned the duck to play with the fish!
Me: (Stomps up steps) Grumbling this is another moment James Miller needed to be in on the conversation! Why Me! Dang High Functioning brain of that boy’s needs to sleep sometimes! Sheesh
One day Charles wasn’t feeling well at school, so he sent me a text message during his lunch.
Medication vs Prayer texting with Charles Wednesday:
Son: It’s ok to text at lunch! I’m sick I need medication sore throat, runny nose, nausea.
Me: Ok you have an allergy cold meds at home
Son: The nausea is stress
Me: Glad you admitted that, you will be ok, I will send a prayer your way
Son: I need medication
Me: You need prayer it cures all
Son: I want to go home, and medication is the answer
Me: Prayer is the answer
Son: I need Science
Me: Oh, My Goodness! You believe in God
Son: I believe I am sick take care of it immediately! You know I’m right I need medication!
Me: Stunned silent
That boy is a trip and a half! I laughed myself to tears while rereading the message.
My son brings me so much joy. Our conversations are colorful and enlightening. I look forward to sharing more conversations with my son with you.