|My seventeen year old son, Shay.|
Me: (running to the back of the house, barging into my seventeen year old son's room, and crying out at the top of my voice) I want to snuggle city all of my sons right now!!!!
Shay: (my seventeen year old son, sitting on his bedroom floor writing a story and watching Doctor Who) You are so weird, mom. I want to try five minutes in your head.
Me: (sitting down on the floor beside him and scooting close excitedly) Oooooohhhh! That would be fun! You go in my head and I'll go in your head.
Me: (looking up at him and marveling at his height) Dude! I have teenager memories too you know. I can take it!
Shay: (immediately, with no pause, adjusting his glasses and making comfortable eye contact) Yes, but you also have memories of how you got through the teenager memories. I'm seventeen, I don't have those yet.
We look at each other in silence and mutual understanding for a moment. I love him so much.
Me: (laying my head on his shoulder and pulling my legs up into my chest) You're right, good point. We'll do the memory swap in a few years. (trying to sound nonchalant, I add) I'm glad you know that, even though you don't have the memories of how you get through the teen years yet, you will. You will have those memories.
Shay: (squishing my cheek) You're so adorable.
Then we watch a few minutes of Doctor Who together. I listen to my son tell what things he would explore and the timelines he'd visit if he had a Tardis, and I know that as a mom I don't need a Tardis to discover and explore and feel responsible for other worlds and timelines.
I also know that it's an adventure and responsibility I wouldn't change for the world--any world!
Happy Saturday, friends!
Have fun making "how you got through it" memories!!
Hugs, smiles, and love!!
Autism Answers with Tsara Shelton (Facebook)
|Me and Shay.|