Fa, La, La..

When Dylan arrived unhappy at school yesterday, his teacher asked him what was wrong. He replied, "I miss my mommy!"

That is pure joy to me! In fact, my best Christmas gift... Fa, La, La!

The fact that he can express his emotions and knows what he wants to say is not something I would have dreamed of two years ago.

Plus, I don't mind being missed.

In fact, I miss Dylan too. So often I'm racing to "fix" him from the world of autism that I rarely get to be in the moment with him. I started this morning chasing him down to start a new pill, Valtrex. He didn't like the taste. We battled it out and both of us won... I got him to swallow it and he got a treat to reward himself. Then, looking at the clock, I realized how late we were running to school. I raced around to beg him to wear clothes and especially a warm jacket. That is often how our mornings go. The few seconds I get to enjoy him are when he crawls into bed with us and snuggles up. (Oddly enough, he is our snuggly child while our daughter wants only chocolate milk and TV... nothing to do with hugs from her parents!)

After school, we usually get a few moments together with a snack. Then, Dylan begins speech therapy, occupational therapy, playing at the park with typical kids, or working with his sports teacher. After any one of those activities, I have to race around the house begging him to take a half a dozen more vitamins. Then, the bedtime routine and a few more moments to snuggle with him and that's it.

All in all, we see each other for such a short period of time when I'm not begging him to do things... swallow something, brush his teeth, answer his sister or mom, etc.

So, yes, Dylan, I miss you too! Love, mom