Hubs is plotting the garden and I go outside to see how things are coming along. I am there for three minutes, maybe five. I return to find my nine year old Autistic son retching into a pool of vomit, surrounded by powdery white automatic dish detergent (He had a tummy ache and thought it was baking soda). I give silent thanks to the environmentalist in me who uses Seventh Generation and not Cascade with sheeting action.
Later I'm enjoying a bowl of blueberries alone in the living room when I hear, "want to hug momma", followed by the patter of feet. Son climbs into my lap and says, "a heart ". He takes my index finger and traces a heart on my forehead, then kisses it.
I'm glad you are on your toes about your detergent. What a sweet blessing you have. =)
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Children's hugs are always the nicest part of the day. Thanks for linking up to the NOBH
ReplyDeleteHi Lynda and The Adventurer. Thanks for stopping by. Yes, the hugs are wonderful, and as a mom, I am lucky he is able to do that. Some Autistic people can't. In this post I tried to convey how complex it is, with his being much younger than his age in some ways, and yet in other ways, just like any child. Poor dear just wanted some anti-acid, like the baking soda/water mix I make him. In his mind the Seventh Gen looked like baking soda so why not put some in a glass of water?
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