Thursday, January 13, 2011


Last evening, while I was upstairs bathing my son, who has autism, I could hear my hubby downstairs telling my daughter, who also has autism, to "go upstairs and ask mommy". So while Big E sat there lounging in the tub (his favorite activity), I wondered what little momma could want and why dear old dad needed big momma to figure it out, especially since I already had my hands full. That is when she walked into the bathroom. She was carrying a jug of Aunt Jemima syrup. Before I could begin to wonder what I was supposed to do with it, she declared, "PANCAKES"! I honestly almost died right there. You see, little momma has never done anything like that before. To even connect that pancakes need syrup, and know that maybe showing someone syrup might get me pancakes, and then when that fails, to find someone else and say a totally new word, "pancakes", is phenomenal progress for her. These are the moments we "special needs parents" live for. These are the moments that make all the difficult dark days less painful. So, at 7:30 last evening, I made a batch of pancakes. They were the best pancakes I have ever eaten, and she had the biggest grin on her face while eating them. I think she was proud of herself, rightfully so, and boy was I proud too.