Off in his own world most hours of the day, it’s very seldom I’m able to get his attention. Never really had a true conversation, beside myself doing all the talking. He’s verbal, but sometimes not so much. I know that the more talking he hears he eventually picks up more words, but it isn’t consistent nor is what being said.
He loves watching Youtube videos and movies repeatedly. He can repeat every line and play out the entire scene. I feel as if he tries to have a conversation this way, like he feels he is socializing with us by stating only the lines he memorizes. He does this at random moments, just out of the blue when it’s quiet, but I absolutely adore watching him do this. It’s the only time I hear his voice as if he is talking to me and we’re having a conversation. As much as I try, I’ve never been much of a talker, bringing me back to always learning along with my son. Everyday we both grow together.
I’m not the fastest blogger and I wish I could pull out postings out like my fellow writers, but life happens. I just wanted to share our very first conversation that happened two weeks ago. My heart is so happy just thinking about it as I glance over at him at the moment playing with his stuffed minion.
It was like any other day, during therapy. I gave myself a break and happen to stumble in the living room while Kyson was given a break too. He was happily playing with his BT (Behavioral Therapist). She was rolling him up in his blanket and swinging him onto the couch. Loudest laughters coming out from underneath the blanket. I watch from a distance, Kyson notices me and runs to me, I kneel down to the floor.
“Yes, Kyson, what is it? Are you having fun?”
“So happy!,” he shouts and throws his arms around me.
“I’m so happy that you’re happy!”
I give him a tight squeeze and stand up.
“Mommy? Pick me up?”
Estatic, I pick him up and hold on. I held on just a little longer than usual this time. Kyson’s a big boy and lately it’s been hard to carry him, but this moment I held him just a bit longer, and because I was trying to hide my tears a bit from the BT. I was elated and my heart was full.
This is how far we’ve come. From days of one-word demands to having moments like this. A moment when the conversation was real and attention was fully on. I know tomorrow he will awake and it may be different, he may go back to what he knows best. I’m growing right along with him, I’ve never done this before and more importantly, it gives me hope. Hope to one day know what’s going on in that creative mind of his.